Is this the only comic that can be made about the Taliban without me getting my head cut off? Maybe, only time will tell, and I’ve heard time is being coy these days about telling us anything.

So yes! I am totally a dad now! Little Man is coming up to his third week of life, and his geopolitical opinions are a little rough around the edges. It’s ok, we have time to iron them out I’m sure. I had a whole lot of great gags written here but WordPress deleted it all. So this post is going to be much more brief.

Auckland just got it’s first lockdown in about a year due to someone walking in some Delta variant from Australia. Nice one guys I hope it was worth it. Although in all honesty I haven’t noticed any difference. I’ve been on paternity leave lockdown since Little Man was born. So my life has not been impacted at all.

↓ Transcript
A handsome young warrior-king sits on a throne. He has a beautiful, bright sword unsheathed across his lap. He is being crowned.
Caption: I never wanted to be king, but I was young and strong and beautiful.

Thirty years later, the same man sits in the same throne. It’s not been a kind 3 decades. A dull, rust speckled sword lies unsheathed across his lap. He is alone. There are thudding, crashing sounds from off panel.
Caption: Now I am none of those things.

From behind the old king as he stands in front of his throne, dull sword in hand. A band of soldiers have broken down the door to the throne room, and are advancing.
Caption: I never wanted to be king.