Off the Fence.


  • June 25, 2016 at 11:37 pm

    One of”Obama’s children” in danger of drowning?

    • June 26, 2016 at 12:19 am

      That is reprehensible and disgusting.

      • June 26, 2016 at 8:23 am

        What, you don’t think they are sweet kids? Ray Nagan would say they are. You some kind of racist, or just a troll?
        I don’t blame them for their father, but plum trees don’t produce pears.

      • June 26, 2016 at 5:58 pm


        Talk about missing the point by a country mile.

      • June 26, 2016 at 9:14 pm
        B Woodman

        So what point is that you’re attempting to make that we’re missing?? Seriously!

      • June 26, 2016 at 11:02 pm

        If it actually has to be explained to you why that crack up top was vile, there truly are no words that could ever get through to you.

  • June 25, 2016 at 11:41 pm

    “Be the ball, Danny.”

  • June 25, 2016 at 11:47 pm


    • June 26, 2016 at 12:38 am

      And then Carl Spackler (played by Bill Murray) taking a bite…

  • June 26, 2016 at 12:09 am
    Delilah T.

    Is that coach really a pumpkin? If it is, it not only returns to its natural state at the midnight tolling of the bell. It also implodes like a black hole and squeezes its contents into another universe, never to be seen again.

    So need we ask, for whom the bell tolls? (Sorry, Ernie, couldn’t resist!)

  • June 26, 2016 at 12:16 am

    First coach has the skinny little freak inside. Second coach must have the hildebeast. Reasoning is those are large draft horses used for heavy wide loads.

  • June 26, 2016 at 1:15 am

    Love it!

  • June 26, 2016 at 1:25 am
    B Woodman

    “The Turd In The Punch Bowl” Dark and Semi Dark Chocolates. Yummy!
    I’d buy a box or two to pass out at Libtard gatherings.
    (weekends only. I work during the weekdays).

    • June 26, 2016 at 8:48 am


      Zar Belk!

      • June 26, 2016 at 6:44 pm

        Careful in making brownies

  • June 26, 2016 at 1:53 am

    Britain’s alright; don’t nobody worry ’bout me…

  • June 26, 2016 at 4:30 am


  • June 26, 2016 at 5:10 am
    Bill G

    He needs a few in his punch bowls.

  • June 26, 2016 at 6:37 am

    “DOODY!” -Caddyshack

  • June 26, 2016 at 7:09 am

    And you make an omelette by breaking a few eggs.

    • June 26, 2016 at 7:16 am
      B Woodman

      Yes. .. but. . .but. . it’s supposed to be THEIR eggs being btoken, not MY eggs.

      • June 26, 2016 at 7:24 am

        Progressives love breaking eggs. Which is how they define human beings other than themselves.

        clear ether


    • June 26, 2016 at 12:07 pm

      Stalin. But commies produced few eggs and less omelets.

  • June 26, 2016 at 8:47 am

    Believe it or not, for all its magnificent opulence, the Veersalles Palace did not have a even one privy. During those magnificent balls and parties, the guests had to relieve thenselves in closets and under stairways. No wonder they used so much perfume! 😉

    Zar Belk!

    • June 26, 2016 at 12:09 pm

      Bit of a myth. There were private ones in the monarchs bedrooms. And, others about.

      • June 26, 2016 at 12:30 pm

        And this is what OUR would-be monarchs have in their privy: 🙁

        Zar Belk!

      • June 26, 2016 at 12:54 pm

        MD how sad but true.

    • June 26, 2016 at 9:57 pm

      H. Beam Piper once observed that if Al Capone had ever seen Versailles, he’d have immediately gone back to Chicago and built himself a duplicate that was twice as big.

      Because there was no way he could have built it twice as expensive or in twice as bad taste.

      clear ether


  • June 26, 2016 at 10:39 am
    Polly Cy

    I’m emerging from my bat-cave (the on-line class I’m teaching is almost over, thank heaven) for a few minutes to admire one of my favorite DBD themes: President Obama as Louis Quatorze. I always love a decadent banquet scene featuring our decadent leadership. Are the lackeys in the background the official food tasters? Sweet.

    But…It’s been years since I studied French (I mostly focus on German and Russian these days), but shouldn’t that be “Qu’est-ce que c’est”? I’m assuming the question being posed is along the lines of “what in the heck is that?”

  • June 26, 2016 at 10:53 am

    Meanwhile, we have unfinished business with Zed and the .govthug…

    • June 26, 2016 at 11:05 am

      No, Sam finished that with a bang (bang bang).

  • June 26, 2016 at 11:02 am

    Or, as to the punch, the zero, the brexit, the texit, the donald, and the future…

    que sera sera, bitches

    Stunning artwork CM, in spite of the subject…talk about lemonade from lemons, or rather chocolate bars from turds…

  • June 26, 2016 at 12:55 pm
    Delilah T.

    Am I the only one thinking that, for the past 7+ years (at least) the dimwittedcrakheads were laying the foundation for people to see them for what they really are?
    This particular block of graphics is striking in its insight into the blind arrogance that infests the entire left side of the political fence. The Mugwumps are teetering, too. (Mugwumps – mug on one side, rump on the other) Let’s all see to it that they fall al derecho, or else fire them and put them in the unemployment lines.
    Very insightful, CM.

  • June 26, 2016 at 1:26 pm
    David Gonzalez

    I pulled that “turd-in-the crapper” stunt in boot camp (this was 50+ years ago, remember). After he finished puking his guts out, the drill instructor, realizing he’d been had, made me do laps (at high port arms—think Private “Profile” in “Heartbreak Ridge”) around the barracks in the noon-day sun until I collapsed, face-down, in the dirt. It was *almost* worth it! }; )

  • June 26, 2016 at 2:39 pm

    What happened to the 6-24 toon, it’s no longer in the lineup?

  • June 26, 2016 at 2:46 pm

    Sorry, my fault, there are two dated 6-23.

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