[[The candidate, a middle-aged man with a top hat and cane; behind him, several well-dressed ladies and gentlemen.]]
Candidate: If I am elected, let me make one thing clear:
Candidate: It will be an administration of SCANDAL.
Candidate: I promise you, the media will have to work OVERTIME to keep up with my illicit shenanigans. MISTRESSES. BRIBERY. INDICTMENTS 24/7.
Candidate: I will award lucrative contracts to EVERY crony I can get on the phone. I will make lawyers from EVERY regulatory agency work harder than they EVER have in their lives.
Candidate: BLOGGERS will wear their fingers to the BONE. Magazines and newspapers will run EXTRA EDITIONS. TALK RADIO will get so APOPLECTIC that cars will be driven off the road by the SCORE.
Candidate: I will require my own dedicated branch of the Justice Department just to CLASSIFY my crimes.
Candidate: They will probably even have to build a SPECIAL PRISON to hold me. It will cost MILLIONS.
Candidate: And so I PROMISE you
Candidate: I WILL CREATE JOBS!
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{{alt-text: The candidates debate. There's a light that blinks yellow three times and then turns green. At the green, whoever yells ''JOBS'' the loudest becomes president.}}
The candidates debate. There's a light that blinks yellow three times and then turns green. At the green, whoever yells ''JOBS'' the loudest becomes president.
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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