About the protest…

Welp, not much to say that hasn’t been said.
I WAS jonesing for my Cintiq today. Didn’t have anything written, but I wanted to doodle SO bad.
One full strip I wanted to do (as opposed to a gag panel, like I usually do), was of Dr. Brown punching me in the balls, with the sound effect of “COCKPUNCH!”… just ‘cuz that may, and I’m only speculating, be the greatest sound effect ever!… causing me to fall to the ground into a fetal ball. As I’m doing this, a bottle flies over my head.
Panel three: “Why? Why would you do that?”
Panel four: “Why are you complaining? I did a good thing! I saved you from getting hit by a bottle!”

There’s tonnes of blogs talking about it. I’ve spent the afternoon and evening bitching about it and talking about it and reading about it. I’m going to wait for the next step.

I HOPE that he doesn’t wriggle out of this, but I’m not holding my breath. I can’t find it in myself to put anything past him.
One of his “supporters” actually compared this to Dr. King.
Sickening.

I WOULD however like to welcome these Uighur gentlemen to my home. If the vetting turns out copacetic and you guys are cool, we’re cool. Welcome, amigos.