Mark Alexander
You're a bad man. You're a very bad man!
Irreverent, independent, and often snarky partnered married gay boomer and doggie dad who is tired of moral pontification by hypocritical conservative assholes and hate filled religious bigots.
Based on some recent incidents, let me reiterate: If you are the owner of a photo that appears on this site and wish it removed, you don't need to get all legal and send threatening letters and takedown notices; just email me with the photo's URL or leave a comment on the offending post and I will gladly remove it.
In other words…
Retirement
(That's actual number of calendar days. It's a whole lot less if you remove weekends and holidays. And even less than that if you calculate the actual number of days I have to come into the office!)
With my usual phlegm, I think I'll wait for the impact wandering, barefoot, the nearest lawn with a glass of wine in hand and wasabi chips in my pocket…
After all, letting go of life during such an apocalypse has an exhilarating touch that beats any and all respiratory device I've been once plugged to. And a quick tad of pain I'll choose to embrace before I go will be better than a long agony that'd be forced upon me. Like the one the man in this cartoon imposes on his family.
Such shelters are but Pandora's box, which ultimate lesson is "You may hope for the best, still you'll have to go through the worst. If you survive it."
Quite edifying cartoon, anyway. Thank you.
I can't believe the asteroid family didn't have a stash of masks.