[[Two turkeys.]]
BARRY: Imagine, a year from now, one of us will be the democratically-elected CHANCELLOR of the barnyard.
JOHN: We have hard campaigns before us, old friend.
How will the animals choose which of us will make a better LEADER?
JOHN: Well, I'll just explain to the livestock how YOU like to pal around with WOLVES.
BARRY: What? Then I'll tell them YOU voted to give the farmer a SHARPER AX!
JOHN: That vote was to BUY NEW TOOLS for the WHOLE FARM! Including FEED BUCKETS!
BARRY: AND chainsaws, which could potentially be used to DISMEMBER EVERYBODY!
BARRY: Look, the goats know I'm no wolf. So I KNOW you'll go after the SHEEP--and they'll BELIEVE you!
But what happens if a REAL wolf shows up? If you make ME into the ultimate bogeyman, there'll be not outrage left for the REAL danger!
The new chancellor will need to UNITE the barnyard...so why make that job harder by spending a solid year DIVIDING it?
And BECOMING EVERYTHING WE HATE in order to do so?
JOHN: One word: CHICKS.
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{{Alt-text: Barnyard Chancellor is primarily a ceremonial position anyway. The Viscount of the Hayloft has all the real power.}}
Barnyard Chancellor is primarily a ceremonial position anyway. The Viscount of the Hayloft has all the real power.
The computers tell me it was 20 years ago, June 9, 2006, that I arrived in New York for my first-ever comic convention as an exhibitor, MoCCA.
It was an important trip for me, a milestone in what would go on to become my career.
I wrote a little reminiscence on Patreon (free/unlocked) — including a first-since-then reprint of the photocomics I made at the time, documenting the trip!
Read the rest here: [ 20 Years Ago (In Photocomic Form) ]
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