Sorry I haven’t blogged all week.  I’ve been doing….well, things.  Actually, I’ve spent most of the week chasing my male dog, Toby, away from the female, Madison, as she’s in heat.  I swear Toby’s smiling.  Sarah put a diaper thing on Madison but I like to think of it as a chastity belt.

Our letters editor, Hilary, inadvertently gave me this idea while discussing some of our letter writers.  I hope I’m not letting too much of the cat out of the bag.  This cartoon does stem from my own bewilderment and amusement at most of the letters regarding immigration.  It seems too many letters take an issue that’s legitimate and debatable and turns it into a “damn Mexicans” rant.

And while Republicans are using this issue as a divisive wedge for the upcoming elections, Bush has been the one to actually offer a voice of reason to the debate.  Shocking, I know.  We listen and quote all the dumb things Bush says and repeats over and over, but maybe we should actually pay attention to what he’s saying about immigration.  I hope Bush is as firm on immigration as he is on everything he’s been wrong about.

My friend Tim told me he likes the short blogs.  Sorry, Tim.  This one’s getting out of hand already so I hope you’re comfortable.

With this toon I could have taken the blame teachers route, the system, students, porn, movies, xbox, Disney, Tom Cruise, etc.  I decided to go with parents.  Besides, after working with children for a couple weeks this Summer, I’m cutting teachers some slack for a while.

Dave told me I’m picking on Mel Gibson too much.  Too bad.  My only real regret with this cartoon is the missile looks less like a rocket and more like a crayola.

I am ahead of the curve with this one.  All the Pluto news is coming out today and I drew this last Friday.  Maybe we should pick on Mel Gibson less and Pluto more.

I have another prediction.  By Monday we’ll see at least one Pluto the dog cartoon over this planet issue. 

I have an idea.  Mickey is holding the paper with the Pluto headline and he’s telling his dog “Sorry, Pluto.  Scientist have now decided you’re a cat”.  Get it?  No?  I get that a lot.