I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the comments to follow. 

Since January 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post. 

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Hola, Jazz Pickles. Thanks for stopping by our chuckle emporium.

To alleviate our fear of the ruthless Cookie Monster pictured above, let’s talk about an opera that even the opera-averse may enjoy.

Olive Oyl and I are not regular opera-goers, but yesterday, at a theater in León, Mexico, we attended a streaming of the New York Metropolitan Opera’s production of El Último Sueño de Frida y Diego, a critically acclaimed opera by a Pulitzer Prize-winning composer and a PzrPrz-winning librettist.

It was amazing, and we highly recommend it! (Hence the bold italics.)

It’s about Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera, of course, but rather than being based on their biography, it is a dramatic reimagination of the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice. The story transpires after Frida’s death, both in the Underworld and in the world of the living, and incorporates familiar elements of Frida and Diego’s relationship and art.

My History with Frida

I first discovered Frida Kahlo’s biography and art in the early ’90s when I read Frida Kahlo: The Brush of Anguish by Martha Zamorra. (Chronicle Books, 1993)

I found her life story and self-portraits fascinating, and have been a fan ever since. 

Shortly after reading that book, I created a costume for my family’s yearly Halloween party, pictured below. I recall having to explain to most of our guests who I was supposed to be, but Frida’s fame is now such that she is much more widely recognized.

Left: My costume, 1993. Right: A more carefully styled photo I’ve used as a publicity shot ever since. The frame was from a garage sale, and I attached it to the hand-painted background in a kind of box that fit over my head and rested on my shoulders with straps. The hand-painted banner “floated” atop wires attached to the frame.

O2 and I have seen much of Kahlo and Rivera’s art in museums (and murals) here in Mexico, and have visited both of her former residences in Coyoacán (a neighborhood in Mexico City), both of which are now museums. So when we learned of the opera and that it was showing at a theater a couple of hours from our town, we donned our evening gown, pearls, and tuxedo and hopped into the car.

It was a bit over four hours of driving round trip, but well worth it!

The production design, sets, costumes, choreography, and singing are spellbinding and ravishing, even if you’re not into opera. If you’re at all a fan of Kahlo’s, you’ll doubtless love it.

The Met is doing at least one more live streaming event in the US in various cities on June 3, and a few more dates in Canada in late June, so check online for a theater near you. (Info about these locations and dates was hard to find, but try here.)

Special thanks to Jazz Pickle Richard K. for sending me a link about the streaming events, allowing us to get tickets in time.

No tickets or tuxedos needed for Wayno’s Bizarro comics from the week. Join me now in the Chuckle Emporium’s screening room…

Don’t miss the Gibbon guitar amp.

Now that the US Department of Health and Human Services is being run by a conspiracy clown, good luck finding a cooties vaccine.

If you’ve never heard of Patreon, treat yourself to my own short video about my graphic novel, Peyote Cowboy. (Excuse the horrible beard, I’ve since trimmed it considerably.)

Who couldn’t use a robot that handles anxiety for them these days?

I once came very close to having a Bizarro animated show on TV. The grueling process of getting a show produced in Hollywood was enough to convince me I wanted nothing to do with it.

Even with a head full of nothing but air, this clown’s IQ is double-digits higher than the clown mentioned above.

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I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the below-cartoon comments to follow. 

Since January 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post.

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Hey, there Jazz Pickle. Welcome to my weekly word vomit.

Today’s cartoon above is a classic bait-and-switch formula. Your first glance tells you a hunter has killed a deer and strapped it to his car—something hunters do, though probably not in front of their sight line. Upon reading the dialogue, you find out he’s actually a friendly Samaritan who has acted as the designated driver for a ruminant who’s had a few too many.

That seems unlikely until you realize it’s happening in a world where an eight-point buck is a regular customer at Marty’s Roadhouse, and the local yokal knows the buck’s wife’s name.

That’s comedy for you.

In last week’s blog post, I mentioned some TV shows and movies Olive Oyl and I have enjoyed, and some readers appreciated it, so here’s another, along with a cherished personal story.

I first saw Zach Galifianakis at a theater in NYC around ‘03 or ’04, when he was an up-and-coming stand-up comic opening for a well-known comedian. I loved his set and thought he stole the show. I’ve been a big fan ever since. His faux-interview segments from a few years back, Between Two Ferns, are hilarious.

His latest thing is a wonderful series of short episodes on Netflix called This is a Gardening Show. It comedically mixes facts about growing food with interviews with kids and experts. It’s wonderful!

My cherished story about Zach: Around 2007, I attended the Just for Laughs comedy festival in Montreal. Galifianakis was one of the many performers in the two-day festival, and I went to see one of his shows. 

It took place in a small theater with a proscenium stage, cafe tables on the floor, and a small balcony with theater seats. During his show, he left the stage and wandered through the floor tables, improvising with random audience members.

After a couple of stops, he happened by my table, stuck the mic in my face, and asked, “What’s your name?” I said, “Dan.” 

He said, “And what do you do?” 

“I’m a cartoonist,” I replied.

“Oh really? What do you do? Have I seen your work?”

I said, “I do a newspaper comic called Bizarro.”

To my self-shitting surprise, the audience erupted in cheers and applause. That alone would’ve been enough, but it got better.

Zach said, “Oh my god. I love your work! I’ve read Bizarro for years.”

Holy crap, are you kidding me?! I melted like a schoolgirl meeting Paul McCartney in the ‘60s. I went backstage after the show and gushed over him, and he probably thought I was a dork. That’s the last time we spoke, and he doubtless has no memory of it ever happening.

That kind of public recognition almost never happens to a cartoonist, certainly not mid-level ink jockeys like me. It’s still my favorite moment of my whole career. I don’t know what my second-favorite moment would be, but it’s probably too boring to even write about.

Anyway, his This is a Gardening Show is charming and funny, and you’ll love it. If you don’t, don’t tell me.

You’ll also likely love Wayno’s Bizarro cartoons from this week. I’m sure Zach would, too, if he weren’t too busy gardening.

My friends in the make-believe cartoon mob loved this one.

On the off chance that you don’t already know, there are spas where you can do this with your feet.

The thing I like most about pretzels is their logic.

Some readers had trouble with this one. They say you’re not supposed to explain jokes, but I’ve made a point of not doing what they say. This is a pizza lying upside down on the ground, with the picture flipped so that the entire world is on the pizza. It’s a similar trick to the one I used in this comic.

Here in Mexico, they call those an “IRM” and “Señor T”.

This guy may have gone to the same school of childish political retribution as a certain orange man-baby.

That concludes this thing I do here each week. I hope you enjoyed it, and if you did, please consider helping us keep it free of ads and a paywall. Now that newspapers no longer pay us a living wage, we rely on donations from readers like you. (And some who are not like you at all.)

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My (free) graphic novel in progress, PEYOTE COWBOY.

Watch my PITCH VIDEO and become a supporter of Peyote Cowboy here.

Super fun BIZARRO SWAG from ComicsKingdom, including our 2026 Bizarro wall calendar. (ALL the comics are still funny, no matter what month it is now!)

I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the non-cartoon comments below. 

Since 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post.

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Hey, there Jazz Pickles. Welcome to this thing now.

Since the world at large can be a daunting horror show these days, I’ve got some amusing entertainment suggestions for you this week.

After a hard day of thinking, writing, drawing, and suppressing the urge to remember where we hid those cyanide pills, Olive Oyl and I watch a little TV at night to unwind. 

Never the news, of course. That would be as relaxing as drinking monkey vomit and setting our hair on fire. No, we look for programs that express original, human creativity and remind us why our species is more magical and special than computerized word-guessing machines will ever be able to emulate. 

Here are a few things we’ve loved lately:

Widow’s Bay—series on Apple TV. Matthew Rys, whom you’ve doubtless seen on numerous other great shows, plays the mayor of a quaint New England island town that hopes to become the next Martha’s Vineyard, but is beset by ludicrous legends of an encyclopedia of horror cliches. Rys brilliantly plays the straight man, trying to control every other absurdly eccentric character, all of which are perfectly played without going over the line. Viewers quickly realize the legends are true, and it becomes a horror story that is laugh-out-loud hilarious. Comedy-horror has been done before, but this is a cut above any that I’ve seen. 

Big Mistakes—Netflix series. This is a dysfunctional family comedy starring and created by Dan Levy (Eugene Levy’s son and creator of Schitt’s Creek). It’s somewhat less original than Widow’s Bay, but still funnier by my reckoning than most modern sitcom fare. If the first episode makes you laugh, you’ll love it. If not, move on.

She Came to Me—(2023) movie, Netflix. This one hasn’t been as well-reviewed as the shows mentioned above, but I suspect that’s because it is odd and offbeat. I love unusual and surprising stories, and Olive Oyl and I found this one charming and fun. It’s a “romantic comedy,” but without the cliche recipes we’re used to, and it’s not remotely sticky-sweet. The casting is perfect, and the characters and storyline have depth. If you don’t like operatic love stories about tugboat captains, this one may not be for you. 

Marty, Life is Short—documentary, Netflix. This overview of the life of comedian Martin Short is terrific, unless you hate him. I haven’t loved everything he’s done, but I have been in awe of many of the weird characters he’s created. Ed Grimley and Jiminy Glick are two that I still find laugh-out-loud funny. His energy and creativity fairly leap off the screen, and this documentary of his personal life and career is full of inspiring and heartbreaking surprises. He is a uniquely creative human being with admirable depth, and O2 and I just loved this film.

Finally, not coming to your TV but soon to your computer screen, is next Friday’s installment (22 May, 2026) of my subscription creative writing project, The Naked Cartoonist. It’s a non-political, humorous article about a handful of vintage Bizarro cartoons illustrating how a certain famous toy is a metaphor for all of our lives.

You’ll either love it or feel neutral about it, but I guarantee it won’t make your eyes sting or your face morph into a nightmarish mask resembling a humanoid weasel. Here’s how it starts:

The Most Terrifying Role Most of Us Never Play

Do You Have the Courage to Play it?

Can you guess what the first toy advertised on TV was? It sold over a million units in the first year, has appeared in numerous films, and is still in production after three-quarters of a century. No, it’s not the Barbie doll — though, like her, it is also devoid of genitals.

The toy I’m referring to is a covert metaphor for each of us, a mirror of humanity, which may explain its enduring allure. When we played with it, we were unwittingly practicing life.

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Join me now to find out what gifts of chucklementation Wayno’s Bizarro comics from the week shall bestow…

Don’t be surprised if this absurd suggestion becomes a reality in the near future, as the insatiable greed of Jeff Bezos continues to consume what’s left of his soul. (Oh, how I wish I were kidding.)

If she’s going to exercise “wristry” as well as palmistry, I think she should add it to her sign.

File this under “near puppet experiences.”

At least he fulfilled his calling to feed the hungry.

Haunting without moving your lips is harder than you’d think.

And, we hope, wearer of underpants.

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My (free) graphic novel in progress, PEYOTE COWBOY.

Watch my PITCH VIDEO and become a supporter of Peyote Cowboy here.

Super fun BIZARRO SWAG from ComicsKingdom, including our 2026 Bizarro wall calendar. (ALL the comics are still funny, no matter what month it is now!)

I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the non-cartoon comments below. 

Since January 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post this week.

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Cock-a-doodle-doo, Jazz Pickles.

That greeting seems appropriate this week as we discuss lesser-known characters of Greek Mythology.

You’re probably familiar with centaurs (half-human, half-horse) and satyrs (half-horny-human, half-goat), but few are acquainted with the half-human, half-chicken, poultraurs.

Poultraurs subsisted on a diet of insects, worms, greens, and berries, just like regular chickens. This made them unpopular dinner guests, as they were almost as difficult to cook for as vegans. 

On the plus side, watching them prance around the yard on human legs, pecking the ground, could be amusing. I won’t even get into their reproductive process, as it was fairly disturbing.

I confess the above comic contains an inaccuracy: the poultraur I’ve drawn has the head of a hen, which are female, but is referred to as a “brother.” My bad. I chose the head of a hen because it is inherently funnier than that of a rooster. I’m not sure why, exactly, but that’s my comedy instinct after nearly half a century as a humorist. 

Sadly, poultraurs are extinct. During the severe famine Greece endured during WWII, the top half of poultraurs were widely consumed. It led to the expression, “finger-licking semi-cannibalism,” a phrase that was partially appropriated by a certain American fast-food chain a few years later.

If you enjoy these little cloud-burst blog posts, you’ll doubtless thrill to my creative writing project, The Naked Cartoonist. It’s $5 a month for the entire archive and a new article every two weeks. It’s one of the ways I’m supporting Olive Oyl and myself, as well as paying Wayno to do his award-winning thing. 

My most recent article is titled “Ten Things I Have in Common with Trump.” It’s a political satire that includes such points as: “We have each been married three times,” (though none of my wives left me because I cheated on them with a porn star); “I have put my name on things” (such as my underwear when I went to summer camp, but never buildings that were already named or a catalog of cheap crap), etc. Here’s a preview:

I Have Fantasized About Being a Superhero

When I was four years old, my mother ordered a Superman suit for me from a catalog and snapped a photo as I posed before running outside to pretend to fly. I was not an 80-year-old leader of the (previously) free world, nor did I share those images on social media, but my mother kept the photo in my childhood scrapbook.

That’s an actual photo of me on the left, while the image at right is some of the stellar work of a mindless robot. This article will doubtless cost me a few subscriptions if I have any MAGA fans left, which I doubt. Oh well.

Time now for the week’s Bizarro comics by Wayno, or Captain Chuckles, as they call him in the Marvel Universe.

The third and fourth Secret Symbols in this one were hard to find even for me.

O2 and I recently endured a cafe musician who was worse than a tone-deaf, drunken, karaoke singer.

Full disclosure: I’m completely against live music in restaurants. It is invariably too loud. If I wanted to eliminate any chance of meaningful conversation with unbearable noise, I’d dine in a teenager’s bedroom.

Once they start to embed computer chips in our brains, this will be inevitable. Rented movies & series on Amazon Prime now include commercial breaks, I guess because Bezos doesn’t have enough money to keep up with his new wife’s plastic surgery addiction.

Speaking of big brass, years ago, in NYC, I happened upon a performance by Edward Babb and the McCullough Sons of Thunder. I can honestly say it was a spiritual experience. Here’s a short clip on YouTube. To skip the long intro, the music starts at 3:25.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AkQnnoJ0xJw

In contrast, I’ve never encountered a sermon that could do what that thundering band I mentioned in the comment above did. IMHO, music has an unexplainable, mystical power.

If there were one of these in the White House, a certain grievance-baby-in-chief would never come above ground.

That brings us to the end of this week’s thingamajig. If you enjoy the things we do and that we offer this majig for free, please consider helping us keep it that way via the links below. We will think of you fondly, with gratitude.

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My (free) graphic novel in progress, PEYOTE COWBOY.

Watch my PITCH VIDEO and become a supporter of Peyote Cowboy here.

Super fun BIZARRO SWAG from ComicsKingdom, including our 2026 Bizarro wall calendar. (ALL the comics are still funny, no matter what month it is now!)

I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the comments below. Since January 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my award-winning comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post.

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Foldeundertøj, Jazz Pickles. That’s how they say “welcome” in Sundfornuftmark, a country I made up.

It’s a “Scandinavianish” country midway between Scandinavia and the tropics. I’ll be writing in detail about that country in a hilarious and meaningful future article for The Naked Cartoonist, and those of you who subscribe for the absurdly low price of $5 a month will experience hilarity and deep philosophical meaning for less than (what will soon be) the price of a gallon of gas.

But for now, let’s discuss piñatas.

Piñatas are those papier-mâché objects that blindfolded children are encouraged to beat with a stick until they give them candy.

“Papier-mâché is the hoity-toity way the French spell the name of the common children’s art class stuff piñatas are made of. Though the word looks high-falootin’, it means “chewed paper,” another thing that happens in children’s art classes.

Piñatas were traditionally in the form of a donkey or a satellite, but more recently, they are available in the shape of everything from superheroes to risque anatomical objects. (There is metaphorical logic in whacking a piñata shaped like the afore-linked anatomical object until it gives up its contents, but we’ll leave that topic for another writer.)

According to Wikipedia, the basic piñata tradition originated in China (as did the invention of both paper and papier-mâché—I’m not sure if they invented chewing). It then migrated to the Middle East, then Europe, and eventually was brought to the “New World” (same age as the “Old World,” so, not really new) by that heavily armed gaggle of pale-skinned ambassadors who kindly offered to decimate numerous, enormous, complex cultures and rebuild the country to their liking and call it Mexico.

But get this: An extremely similar tradition already existed among the Aztecs to celebrate Huitzilopochtli's birthday, the main god of the inhabitants of Tenochtitlan, the capital of the Aztec Empire, now called Mexico City. (Unlike Foldeundertøj, I didn’t make up that Aztec god’s name.)

To this day, children the world over, even those who cannot pronounce the name of that god, will doubtless have ample opportunities to beat something with a stick until it coughs up its contents.

In the cartoon above, I’ve used a piñata as a stand-in for the famed Trojan Horse, which was not only my high-school buddy Rick’s nickname (earned for his uncanny ability to secure numerous opportunities to use a condom), but also a thing from Greek mythology. Obviously, my comic is based on a combo of the Greek and Mexican versions.

I only mentioned all of that because I wonder if it has been wise to train children for thousands of years to beat things until they get candy. Some children inevitably grow up to be politicians, and some of those seem to still think this is a good way to get what they want.

I’m skeptical of the long-term wisdom of that approach.

On a slightly different topic, Olive Oyl and I are currently spending a few days in Tenochtitlan, and I thought you might enjoy this photo of the My Sweet Jesus restaurant sign. We haven’t eaten there, so we don’t know if it’s as good as the name implies, but I admire the effort.

Had the conquistadors not conquisted the Aztecs, it might have been named My Sweet Huitzilopochtli. A person could work up an appetite just trying to pronounce the restaurant’s name.

Let’s shift focus now to my comics partner Wayno’s enchucklicating Bizarro comics from the week.

I am proud to announce that he has once again been nominated by the National Cartoonists Society for their Best Newspaper Panels Silver Reuben Award. Congrats and good luck, amigo!

Maybe he could help around the house by putting away the pipes and eyeballs.

This cartoon brings back memories of how much I hated the third grade. I often fantasized that our ill-tempered teacher was a piñata, and I was first in line for a turn at the stick. Unlike certain eternally-adolescent public officials I could name, however, I grew out of that childish way of addressing my preferences.

I used to work out at a gym frequented by the local NBA team’s players. I felt like Minnie next to them, and did not enjoy the view when they passed me in the locker room on their way to and from the showers.

I wouldn’t care how many of us would fit into his car, I’d rather chase a weasel around a mulberry bush than listen to that damn clown’s song again.

Many are called, fugue are chosen.

If reincarnation is a thing, and I’ve got any choice in the matter, I’m going to ask that I be allowed to wait until humans have evolved beyond their insatiable greed and penchant for violence, as well as their use of fossil fuels.

Thus concludes this week’s journey of joviality, Jazz Pickles. Thanks for dropping by our weekly backyard carnival. If you enjoy our content and that we offer it for free, please consider helping us keep it that way via the helpful links below.

The Naked Cartoonist…My every-other-week creative-writing subscription service.

Limited edition, signed & numbered prints of BIZARRO CARTOONS, and some originals!

Bizarro TIP JAR …One-time or repeating. Your choice!

WAYNO’S TIP JAR …One-time or repeating. Your choice!

My (free) graphic novel in progress, PEYOTE COWBOY.

Watch my PITCH VIDEO and become a supporter of Peyote Cowboy here.

Super fun BIZARRO SWAG from ComicsKingdom, including our 2026 Bizarro wall calendar. (ALL the comics are still funny, no matter what month it is!)

I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the non-cartoon comments below. 

Since January 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post.

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Fùnyìhng, Jazz Pickles!

That’s Cantonese for “welcome,” according to Google Translate. Given the accuracy of AI, however, it might actually mean something else, like “your butt is showing.”

I chose it because it kind of looks like “funnying” or “funny thing,” which are concepts Wayno and I hope our comics will deliver.

I’ve always been impressed by language, but it’s among the easiest things in the world to take for granted—until you try to learn a new one late in life.

Being raised and schooled in the self-centered US in the late 1900s, I was never encouraged to learn a second language. Most of that time was spent in Oklahoma, one of the most backward and “unwoke” states in (what used to be) the Union, so that didn’t help. 

Spanish and French were offered in my high school, but they were “elective” classes, and we only got one elective. Another elective class was ART, so I chose the one with pencils, ink, paint, and papier-maché, not the one with homework and difficult jibberish puzzles.

Back then, I didn’t know a single Asian or Latino kid. Everyone in Oklahoma was a white or Black American. Before I hurried out of the state at age 18, I doubt I’d ever met anyone who spoke a second language. 

Time traveling forward to now, I’ve been living in Mexico for almost ten years and working daily on my Spanish. I am accustomed to being a quick study in most things, so I figured it would be like learning to cook; I didn’t think I’d ever have my own cooking show on TV, but figured I’d fairly quickly be functional enough to pull off a dinner party.

Not true. If Spanish were food, I’d confuse, disgust, and poison my dinner guests with unrecognizable glop not fit to be consumed by humans.

After ten years of practice, when I speak Spanish to Mexicans, they just stare at me, wondering if I’m drunk or insane. When they respond, I can pick out a word or two and usually figure out what they may be saying based on context, but it’s a game of chance at best.

When Olive Oyl and I watch foreign films (with subtitles), from an Asian or Arabic country—languages that do not resemble anything we’ve studied or heard often—I suddenly realize how ridiculously complex and miraculous language is.

Fundamentally, verbal communication is nothing but random noises fired from our facial orifices at the speed of hurricane winds. How anyone can make sense of anything communicated in this way is a miracle.

And yet, if you shoot those vocal ejaculations in the direction of a human baby for a few years, it effortlessly begins to understand and replicate them. WTF?! Are babies that much smarter than a man in his sixties?

English is said to be among the more difficult languages to learn because it has so many “exceptions” to phonetic “rules” (which should more accurately be called tendencies). Still, it was so easy to pick up, I don’t even remember learning it. 

Spanish is reputed to be easier, but understanding it is as difficult for me as glancing at a pile of Legos on the floor and instantly telling you how many there are, like Rain Man.

Now think about reading. Look at written Arabic or Mandarin, and try to imagine how anyone makes sense of those seemingly random scribbles, much less can comprehend complex, nuanced concepts from them in a split second. Consider how quickly you’re converting the chicken scratches on this screen right now into hurricane-fast mouth noises, and comprehending my thoughts! It’s astounding.

Why am I going on about this? Because when you experience a miracle, it’s hard to keep it to yourself.

Another miracle will be how I continue to support myself now that my cartoon income is almost gone. 

One way I’m trying is with my subscription creative writing project, The Naked Cartoonist. If you like my blog posts, you’ll love the articles I write for NC. They’re deeper, funnier, and I include a lot of comics for emphasis. And, unlike these posts, I even prufread them for tpyos before posting!

It’s only $5 for two articles a month, which goes a little further in Mexico than in the US, so Olive Oyl and I will use it responsibly and stretch it as far as it can go.

Yes! I want to buy you and O2 a plate of rice and beans!

Thank you so much. Your generosity humbles me.

Time now to explore the mysterious scribblings of my talented comics partner, Wayno, and chuckle at the miracle of humor…

I remember a time when confession booths didn’t have running water.

Or, maybe the “president” will dress up like a “doctor” and heal you with his glowing hands.

At least she’s working in the right department.

If there were giant bird-people dressed in human clothing, I’d spend more time at the beach.

But that amnesia drug they give you always makes me forget this lesson; or maybe I just want to forget it.

My favorite poet is Dr. Seuss. Everyone since then has been too lazy to bother rhyming.

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The comic above may look familiar. It was originally published in 2008, and it’s long been one of my favorites, so I thought it deserved a fresh view. 

Seeing Bigfoot and a space alien at the same moment would be as overwhelming as it would be hilarious. I added to it the popular social phenomenon of offering to take photos of strangers.

Making the offer when there is nothing in it for you is an act of altruism, and giving your phone or camera to a stranger requires trust that they won’t just run away with it. That combination of generosity toward our fellow humans always gives me hope for our species.

Here’s a funny, true story from my life that partially inspired this cartoon:

I was leaving a restaurant one evening many years ago, and a family group of 6 or 8 people was standing outside getting ready to take a picture to commemorate the occasion. A man walked out of the restaurant and generously asked the photographer if she’d like him to take it so she could be in it. She enthusiastically accepted his offer and handed the camera to him. 

As he prepared to snap a shot, another person exited the restaurant and asked him the same question. “Would you like me to take that for you, so you can be in it?” 

Hilariously, the original impromptu photographer said, “Sure,” handed him the camera, and walked off down the street. 

The look of utter confusion on the second volunteer photographer’s face was priceless.

Here are two more of my cartoons that were inspired by that experience.

This one was inspired by my mother’s uncanny ability with photography.

This one is a bit darker, but even funnier IMHO.

Time now to see what hilarity may be inspired by Wayno’s Bizarro cartoons from the week…

I love a good zen/nothing combo gag. For those not familiar with the concept, the philosophy of Zen Buddhism includes much to do about nothing.

A brilliant comic that anyone who has posted their thoughts (or comics) online will appreciate.

I still love the old Batman live-action TV series from the late sixties. It aired when I was ages 8 to 10, and was undoubtedly instrumental in my lifelong love of camp.

Wayno included the elaborate formatting of the art for the panel and strip versions of this one in his weekly newsletter, which is always fun and free to subscribe to.

In Wayno’s weekly blog post (different from the newsletter mentioned above), he features a photo of the original Mr. Potato Head toy as it was sold in the 1950s. I had that toy, remember it well, and I think it got me started thinking like a cartoonist.

Another stellar gag. For my money, this is one of Wayno’s best weeks of cartoons ever. Stand-up comics in the ‘60s routinely featured impressions of celebrities, and they were almost always introduced in this manner.

Wayno created a version of this cartoon flipped over with the woman at the top, and we discussed which one worked better. He showed that version in his most recent newsletter, too.

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It is Easter Sunday here in Mexico, maybe where you are, too. Never missing an opportunity to celebrate things, Mexicans celebrate Easter for several weeks. 

Last week was Semana Santa (Holy Week), but the week before that, there were processions and other goings-on, too. I’m not sure if that week has a special name. Today is called Domingo de Pascua (Easter Sunday), and it marks the end of Semana Santa and the beginning of Easter week, the third in the series. 

Unlike most other holidays here, Pascua does not include parties and parades. It is a more serious, reserved kind of religious holiday about church and family. Nor does it include giant, magical rabbits, egg hunts, or baskets full of candy. 

Those are features of what is called “syncretism,” the combination of different religions, and are, in this case, exclusive to the US, Canada, and parts of Europe.

The big bunny and colored eggs are leftovers from ancient pagan rites of spring. Christianity tried to replace the pagan holiday with Easter, and mostly succeeded, but folks enjoyed the bunny and egg-hunt parts enough to keep those in the mix, though they had no obvious connection to the savior of the world returning from the dead.

Mexican Easter may not include those forms of syncretism, but it does employ the firing of small rockets that explode in the air and make a big boom. There are different theories for why they do this, but I suspect it is also a form of syncretism going back to before the Spanish Conquest. 

In an effort to attract the attention of the gods, the Aztecs used to beat enormous drums that created a deafening sound as loud as thunder. I can’t help but wonder if the use of explosives here during pretty much all religious holidays is left over from that. 

Olive Oyl and I are mostly used to this sporadic, year-round practice, but it often begins as early as 5 a.m., which can be alarming for tourists and other visitors. Giant bunnies and baskets of candy at Easter make no more logical sense than explosions, but at least they are quieter.

Since Mexico has incorporated various aspects of American Halloween into its Dia de Muertos holiday, it may not be long before Mexicans in bunny costumes will awaken us on Easter morning by marching down the streets banging gigantic drums. Time will tell.

The cat in my Sunday comic above has a quieter, if no less gentle, way of awakening its gods. It’s always something, I guess.

Time now to be awakened by the sound of our own chucklement at Wayno’s Bizarro cartoons from the week…

I’m a fan of Pug Rock from way back.

Unlike most people, I love being surrounded by the sound of cicadas. It drowns out my tinnitis.

My favorite white noise selection is called “Army of Cicadas.”

I can barely stand to be inside an airplane bathroom, so being in a submarine or a space capsule would be out of the question. Being in a submarine’s bathroom is about the worst thing I can imagine.

In Wayno’s blog post this week, he hastens to add that this cartoon was written, drawn, and submitted many weeks before the Sock Puppet in Chief flushed the US down the toilet in Iran. Neither of us thinks real wars are remotely humorous.

Jail is as scary to me as airplane bathrooms, so I have no humorous comments to add to this one.

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And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Quickly: WHY WERE THERE ALMOST NO HIDDEN OBJECTS IN THIS PAST WEEK’S BIZARRO CARTOONS?!!! was a question I got a lot this week.

Since 2018, my partner in comics, Wayno, has written and drawn the Monday-Saturday Bizarro cartoons. When this past week’s cartoons were due to be submitted a few weeks ago, he was sick, so we nabbed a week of comics he did as a guest cartoonist over ten years ago. Back then, he was not the regular daily cartoonist and was not accustomed to packing each image with hidden stuff, so I didn’t insist on it. Yes, it was a scary week (see below!), but it’s over now, and the symbols are back for the foreseeable future.

Let’s progress to a more interesting topic.

My Sunday cartoon above is one of my favorites in a while. It’s a fun idea that was tons of fun to draw. I’m not a huge fan of sci-fi in general, and I’ve never believed that extraterrestrials have visited Earth, but in recent years I’ve changed my mind about that. 

Following are three (of several) reasons for my shift.

1) In a universe as incomprehensibly big as ours (don’t even try to comprehend it, you can’t), to assume this is the only planet where intelligent life happened to occur (or was intentionally planted) seems foolish.

2) For many decades, lots of very well-educated, successful, and powerful people have had personal experiences with aircraft and phenomena not explainable by human technology.

3) Not long ago, an elderly relative of mine said they’d seen an interesting documentary about UFOs, and asked me to watch it. To be polite, I turned my head while I rolled my eyes, then agreed to watch it, expecting to be as unimpressed by a bunch of speculative nonsense as I usually am with such efforts. What else would you expect from a skeptical (but polite) know-it-all like me?

But no. The film was well-made, and the testimonies from important, well-educated people not given to nonsense were extremely compelling. I came away convinced.

Yes, there are some disreputable human beings in the film, like Marco Rubio, but also some much less detestible ones.

I will admit that I openly hope aliens are here and watching us so that they might save the rest of us from the worst of us. Fingers crossed.

It’s called “The Age of Disclosure” and is available on Amazon Prime. Go ahead and roll your eyes. I won’t be able to see you.

Lastly, I quite liked this short, 10-minute set from the rapid-fire mind of my stand-up comic friend, Myq Kaplan, and thought I’d share it. It’s free to watch on YouTube.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PTCHv1H4etk

FINALLY! Here’s the Secret-Symbol-bereft week of Bizarro comics from the rabid-fire mind and quick-drawing hands of my partner in comedy, Wayno…

For me, few things would describe hell better than a PowerPoint presentation. Or, come to think of it, any kind of business meeting.

Admittedly, this cartoon is funnier if you aren’t in jail for accessory to murder. Or, maybe that person would find it particularly hilarious, which is a little scary.

I’d have guessed this kid would be more attracted to DuckDuckGo.

I’m a fan of a few team sports (American football, ice hockey), but I can’t deny Jerry Seinfeld’s assertion that what we’re really rooting for is the uniform. It doesn’t matter what player it is; if they’re wearing your uniform of choice, they’re the good guy.

This is one of my all-time favorite Wayno gags. It always makes me laugh. (I’m laughing now.)

This joke is originally from well before the “stable genius” who is ruining America and the world had declared himself King, but it’s even more apropos now than it was way back then.

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Bienvenue, Jazz Pickles. Thanks for giving us a few of your moments.

I’m given to sharing too much, so I’ll tell you I’ve had a rough couple of weeks. I visited my fading parents in their “assisted living center”—that second word doesn’t seem entirely appropriate—and it’s always a depressing experience. My mother doesn’t know where she is or what’s happening and just wants to “go home,” while my father says he wishes he believed in suicide, but insists on letting God decide when it is his time.

Objectively, there’s no denying that it’s pharmacology that is keeping both of them alive. If they had truly let “God decide,” they’d both have been on their way over the rainbow bridge some time ago.

Speaking of gods, after I got home last Monday, I realized I’d picked up a god-foresaken virus from some random riffraff during my travels. It’s tormented me for nearly a week now and is making me wish I knew an exorcist. 

The visit with my parents, combined with the ongoing festival of misery I smuggled back home with me, has strengthened my resolve not to last longer than need be. If I get close to the end and I’m beginning to suffer as my parents are, I hope I have the sense and courage to say goodbye to my loved ones and evacuate this version of me.

Sorry for the downbeat opening. I warned you that I’m an over-sharer.

Now to the funnies: The title panel above is one of my personal favorites. It was originally a weekday panel cartoon that I later transformed into a title panel for the Sunday comics. To me, it represents the tendency some of us have to “knock ourselves out” with introspection and to create meaningful art. It’s also just funny in a surreal way.

It’s the perfect image for this week’s Sunday panel about Rodin’s The Thinker, as he thinks about his sculpture and wonders if it is finished. The reason for the color of the statue is that, though the final versions of this famous sculpture are bronze, it began as clay and was then cast in the molten alloy.

(To those of you who already knew that, I apologize for the mansplaining.)

Statues from ancient Greece, Rome, and Michelangelo’s amazing work were sculpted in marble, which is a faaaar more difficult undertaking, and much less forgiving. That’s not to say Rodin was not a genius brimming with talent. He was.

Now let’s enjoy the brimming chuckles of my comics partner, Wayno’s, Bizarro gags from the week…

Dopey and Goofy were only their nicknames. Their given names were Flatulence and Turdmuzzle.

I don’t even want to think about how many dogs it took to make that wiener.

Sadly, only two of the original members of The Beatless are still alive: Pawn MacArfry & Dingo Sklar.

I think all professions get idiotic questions like these as a result of the high incidence of stupidity among humans. Wayno and I, however, are fortunate to have a high percentage of intelligent readers.

May I suggest a large portfolio of expensive Non-Fungible Tokens?

This cartoon got a few questions from readers who are not Grammar Police, as I’m ashamed to admit I tend to be. I’m not sure about other English-speaking countries, but Americans tend to use “less'“ when they mean “fewer.”

For the non-grammar-obsessed among our readers, though this sign reflects the common phrasing used by stores, “less” is the wrong word in this context. The difference is that "less" is used for uncountable bulk or abstract measure (e.g., less water, less food), whereas "fewer" is used for countable, individual objects (e.g., fewer drops, fewer items).

Sorry.

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I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the non-cartoon comments below. 

Since January 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post.

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Greetings, Jazz Pickles. Thanks for your visit.

At certain junctures of this illusion of time we call history, it is difficult not to associate otherwise innocent attempts at humor with current events. My Sunday cartoon above is doing that to me now.

When I first drew it, I didn’t have world events in mind, just a simple pun about stuffed animals being stuffed*.  But when I look at it now, it reminds me of how certain people and entities cannot get enough. Whether it be food, money, businesses, countries, or forced fealty, they continue to conquer and acquire in what I can only suppose is an attempt to quell their existential angst. It must be hell to live with that kind of fear. It’s certainly hell to live under their reign.

*Stuffed means something very different in British slang, but I’m an American, so I’m taking license. Thanks to the Orange Menace, however, the entire free world is “stuffed” in the British sense.

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Time now to stumble through my able comic partner Wayno’s orchard of Bizarro cartoons from the week.

Getting down to the fruit of the matter.

From the Great Chimera Cook-off.

Looks like he’s about to use that stick to knock the shillelagh out of him.

I went to Catholic school, too, and it can be hard to shake those indoctrination dreams.

We enjoy occasionally leaning into the editorial side of cartooning.

I visited Vermont once for a wedding and am happy to recall it wasn’t one of mine.

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*What Would Jesus Do?

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Multitudes of loaf- and fish-eating disciples around the globe have wondered why American evangelicals have chosen to follow the MAGA Messiah™, that voice wandering the moral wilderness by golf cart, wearing a red hat. Perhaps his famous Sermon on the 18th Green will enlighten the wicked.

The Gospel of Mar-a-Lago, Chapter 1, verses 1–18

1 For He stood by the pin after kicking the ball into the hole whilst none gazed upon Him, and many gathered, and He opened His mouth unto them and spake:

2 Blessed are the white, for they shall inherit the kingdom of Greenland. And possibly Canada.

3 Blessed are the masked, for they are heavily armed and quick to trigger, and suffer not restraint nor consequence.

4 Blessed are the bigoted and uneducated, for they recognize not the ways of fascism, and will tell us where their neighbors are hiding.

5 Blessed are they who utter not a word against the high prices of goods, services, and health care, nor the trampling of civil rights.

6 Blessed are the women who visit not the polls, lest they vote with justice and compassion that displeases the Lord, and could cast His minions to the wind.

7 Blessed are they who persecute for partisanship’s sake, and label their victims as perpetrators.

8 Blessed are those who lie freely, as doth the Lord, and knoweth that an untruth shall only be punished if the MAGA faithful fall not for it.

9 Blessed are they who turn away from the Epstein Hoax, accepting that boys will be boys, and girls are not to be believed nor valued.

10 Blessed are the redactors.

11 Cursed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called domestic terrorists. And verily, I say unto thee, he who lives by the phone shall die by the bullet, for vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord.

12 Foolish are the merciful, for they shall be called Communists and Socialists, and Haters of America, and shall not be admitted to my private clubs.

13 For ye of the red headwear are the salt of the earth: white, granular, and stinging to wounds. It is the pepper, the Dark Spices, that shall be cast out, to be trodden under the feet of men (as women watch through the kitchen window, where they belongeth).

14 Verily I say unto thee, thou shalt by no means come out as Trans, and compete against women, for thou art faster, even in heels.

15 Cursed be the midterms and the power they giveth to the wicked, and the Lord shall forever cast such elections into the Lake of Fire for displeasing Him.

16 Woe to those who trust not the embrace of Russia, and curse not NATO for daring to utter against the whims and bloviations of the Lord Thy Daddy, and ignore not the Constitution and thus deny the Lord to maintain the throne for a third, fourth, and fifth term for eternity.

17 For Daddy is home, and thus shall the feast be prepared with burgers, and fries, and ice cream, and Diet Pepsi, and many bottles of ketchup, that He may heave them against the gold, tchotchke-bedecked walls of the Lord’s house in His displeasure with the infidels, heathens, and worshippers of the Constitution.

18 For MINE is the kingdom, the power, and the glory forever. PRAISE BE FOR YOUR ATTENTION TO THIS MATTER.

There you have it, plain and simple. Any questions?

People talk about TDS, ”Trump Derangement Syndrome,” and it’s real. But it isn’t people like me who suffer from it, it’s those who think such a dishonest, heartless grifter is a messiah, and not the Antichrist.

It’s enough to make a person wonder, what would Jesus do?

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And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Howdy, Jazz Pickles. Thanks for your attention.

If your job was writing cartoons on a ceaseless schedule, you’d find yourself forever on the lookout for an image, phrase, or concept that you can twist into a chuckle. Not all jokes are the result of twisting the familiar into something new, but those that are must start with something that is common knowledge. 

But sometimes, unbeknownst to you, something you’ve been aware of all your life isn’t common knowledge for your entire readership, and the majority won’t understand that joke. I’d guess all cartoonists stumble into that pothole from time to time, and don’t realize it until people online begin questioning the point of a joke, so this is a pitfall you learn to avoid.

A quick internet search of the topic or phrase can usually tell you if the basis of your gag is widely known, but sometimes you assume it will be and neglect to look it up. I’m only mentioning this because I drew and submitted today’s comic (above) without researching how widely known the “dog ate my homework” trope is. It wasn’t until I sat down to write this post that I wondered if that may have been a mistake, so I looked it up.

"My dog ate my homework" is an iconic, widely recognized idiom in English-speaking cultures, peaking in popularity during the 1970s–1980s as a stereotypical, flimsy excuse for missing assignments.”

The Almighty Internet (AI) says it’s common enough to pass the test, so I’m good. Phew!

And, while the title of this post clearly pertains to the cartoon canine above, I won’t deny that it immediately reminded me of a real-world criminal authority figure who will remain unmentioned today. 

Let’s pivot to Wayno’s Bizarro comics for the week and see what common idioms he may have played on…

I have a casual friendship with Teller* of Penn and Teller, which began when he commented on a cartoon I did about them decades ago. This week, he texted me about this cartoon…

“Jesus, this is so true.  We just attended a Neil DeGrasse Tyson lecture.  Were you guys there, too?”

We were not, but it’s a perfect example of a cartoon built on common knowledge. Anyone who’s been to one of these events has endured this.

*Please excuse my shameless name-dropping.

A Hollywood pet peeve of mine is how getaway cars are always shown careening through traffic at top speed, when driving slowly and carefully would be a much better way of avoiding the attention of the police. In that regard, self-driving cars would be perfect for bank robberies.

Waiter, there’s an amphibian’s tongue in my soup.

Of course, Waldo’s entire career is built on being impossible to find despite his blatant conspicuousness.

Don’t forget to leave any attachment you may have to the truth at home.

Constructing and consuming s’mores is so much more gratifying.

That concludes our tenuous connection to comedy for today, Jazz Pickles. If you’re enjoying that we do this for free, while not threatening democracy, the stability of your national economy, alienating our allies, or trying to sell you worthless, overpriced crap with our names emblazoned on it, please consider helping us keep it this way via the links below. Whether you do or not, rest assured that we will never whine about not having won any Nobel prizes for things we have not done.

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Since January 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post.

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Bene venisti, Benvenuto, y Bienvenido, Jazz Pickles.

That’s “welcome” in Latin, Italian, and Spanish. The B-syllable means “good” or “well,” the V-syllable means “to come.” That’s how English became “welcome,” meaning “it is well that you have come.”

I enjoy thinking about language and use it daily, although I’m not as good at acquiring it as I used to be. 

When I was very young, learning English was so easy that I don’t even remember doing it. At an age when I was too intellectually deficient to tie my shoe or wipe my own butt, I managed to master English. WTF?

By the time I moved to Mexico in my late fifties, I was proficient in many things much more complex than shoe maintenance or bathroom routines, and I was fluent in one of the most difficult and least phonetic languages in the human world (this one), so I expected learning Spanish to be as easy as making a sandwich. I was wrong.

After nine years of daily effort, I can’t claim to be anything more than an advanced beginner or a dimwitted intermediate. I can get my idea across okay, but my Spanish must seem to native speakers like a peanut butter and petroleum jelly sandwich with sauerkraut between two slices of foam rubber. 

People have told me that if I got a non-English-speaking girlfriend, I’d learn much more quickly, but my wife reminded me of how expensive girlfriends can be, especially when you’ve got a wife with a good lawyer, so I’ve given up on that idea.

One of the things I like most about speaking English is making people laugh, and I did that as a stand-up comic for about a decade. That job requires being on the road quite a lot of the time, a lifestyle that doesn’t suit me, so I eventually gave it up. 

One of my friends from that era, Myq Kaplan, a successful stand-up comic (who is also funny in a variety of other positions), sent me the photo below from 2011 when I performed in a comedy show for charity at the Gotham Comedy Club in NYC. We think this is the night we met.

This is the most prestigious group of comics I ever worked with, and I was by far the least talented and most inexperienced among the group.

From left to right: Some dipshit in a hat, Gary Gullman, Myq Kaplan, John Oliver, Olivia Munn, Wyatt Cenac, Jamie Kilstein. A few months after this show, I left NYC and that shirt behind forever.

ALSO!!! My friend and Spanish tutor, Ricardo, is in need of some new clients. If you’d like to improve your Spanish skills, you can visit with him online via Google Meet for as much or little time each week as you’d like, as I do. He and I converse in Spanish for an hour each week and despite my comedic account above, my Spanish has improved immensely since working with Ricardo. He got me from “hopeless nitwit” to “dimwitted intermediate” in record time!

Ricardo was born and raised in Mexico, attended university in the US, is fluent in English, and is a published author. He can teach you via a PDF book he’ll email to you, or you can just converse, as we do.

Contact him here, you’ll like him: kayuko1@gmail.com

If the photo of that shirt wasn’t enough comedy for you, let’s have a peeper-gaze at Wayno’s Bizarro comics from the week…

The silver lining is that they were completely out of kazoos.

BTW: Wayno’s title for his blog post this week is worth a visit all by itself. It made me LOL, and as a humor professional, that’s not easy to do. He also includes a terrific political rant before he gets to his comics, and that’s always a highlight for those of us who care about the state of the world.

Dogs don’t normally make me hungry, but I’d like to bake and butter that little guy.

“Here comes the queen, everybody look busy!”

When this happens to me, I first try changing to a different color beret.

She and the dwarves ended up in an apartment building after Dopey burned down the cottage.

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I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the non-cartoon comments below. 

Since January 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post.

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Bienvenido, Jazz Pickles. Have a seat and moisturize your lips in case you feel a smile coming on.

Believe it or not, the title of this week’s post, “If Ice Absorbed the Salvation Army,” was an afterthought. 

I arrived at the idea for this comic by combining the Salvation Army with the military expression “special forces,” then concocting a ludicrous scenario to illustrate it. 

As soon as I dropped the image into this week’s blog post and began searching for a title, however, it occurred to me that if the current demented resident of the Casa Blanca were to mistake the Salvation Army for a functional arm of the military (which would be not at all out of character for him) and put it under the supervision of ICE, the scene above would not stand out at all among the already enormous and growing list of pointless constitutional violations.

That CLICK! you may have heard just now was likely the sound of a few more people unsubscribing from my mailing list because I disrespected Dear Leader.

Seriously, folks, if you’re still supporting this grifting, criminal administration, ask yourself which of the only three following reasons you could possibly have at this point applies to you:

1. You are a bigot and want any and all non-whites persecuted.

2. You believe fascism is preferable to democracy.

3. You only expose yourself to right-wing propaganda and have no idea how much you are being lied to.

“CLICK!” There go a few more unsubscribes. Oh well.

I persist with these political mini-rants because it is up to us, the common citizens, to end this. The spineless Republican majority in Congress is not going to lift a finger to stop it, so it’s up to us. We all have a duty to speak out, protest, and boycott. Whatever you can, and whatever it takes.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR CONTENTION TO HIS BLATHER.

But we don’t have to let it ruin every waking moment of our days (a challenge, I know), so let’s have a few chuckles with Wayno’s Bizarro cartoons from the week.

I have to admit, this comic drags my mind right into the gutter.

Franky might have chosen “death metal,” and the cat could’ve said, “Pussy Riot.” (That’s an actual feminist protest punk rock band in Russia. Doing that in Russia is SO punk rock.)

I’m digging the beatnik bunny, but wonder if beatniks would be into hip-hop. Personally, I prefer salsa, especially with chips.

I usually let promotional opportunities slide by unused, but today I’m feeling adventurous, so I’ll tell you that the shirt the guy in the first panel above is wearing could be yours. (Sadly, the outfit Tarzan is wearing is not available in the Bizarro shop.)

This is off topic, but if you’ve not heard comedian Emo Phillips do his routine voted "Best Religion Joke Ever,” enjoy it now.

Sorry kids! To get this final comic, you have to be old enough to remember what three-dimensional magazines were.

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I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the non-cartoon comments below. 

Since January 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post.

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Bienvenido, Jazz Pickles. Thanks for stopping by.

My Sunday cartoon above was inspired by a kitchen renovation project some twenty years ago, when I lived in Brooklyn. An asshole, excuse me, contractor quoted a price and a time for a complete redo of my kitchen. I agreed, I gave him money, he tore out the existing kitchen, and began work. Then disappeared, came back, disappeared, came back; the usual behavior for that industry. 

Over the subsequent eons, he gradually squeezed more money and time from me, and I was naive enough to allow it. In the end, the project (literally) took four times longer and cost ten times more than his estimate. With one fewer molecule of self-control, I’d now be serving time in prison for murder instead of posting a cartoon about it.

But that’s water under the bridge. Let’s get out of Brooklyn and jump ahead to last year, here in Mexico.

A few months back, I took time off from my ongoing graphic novel project, Peyote Cowboy, to allow the smell of burnout to clear from my studio. The story was finished long ago, but I’ve been posting the illustrations as I go along, free for anyone to read at PeyoteCowboy.net.

I’m back to illustrating and have posted a new episode called “Headlights,” for reasons the illustration below should make clear.  

I invite you to join the fun and follow my weird, magical-surrealism Western by signing up to get an email each time I post a new episode. (No strings attached, and I would NEVER share or sell your email info.)

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To catch up with the story, see the Episodes page.

Enough already! Where are Wayno’s Bizarro cartoons from the week?

Oh, right below. Enjoy!

Stay away from Grumpy and Sneezy.

I just hope that’s a sound-proof box.

That rapper reminds me of my first-grade teacher, Sister Mary Contusion.

One way to save money on gifts and greeting cards.

I am amazed he felt he needed to explain that.

What better way to celebrate Valentine’s Day than with a congregation of venomous siphonophores?

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Bizarro TIP JAR …One-time or repeating. Your choice!

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My (free) graphic novel in progress, PEYOTE COWBOY

Watch my pitch video and become a supporter of Peyote Cowboy here.

Super fun Bizarro swag from ComicsKingdom, including our 2026 Bizarro wall calendar.

I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the non-cartoon comments below. 

Since January 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post.

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Greetings, jazzy pickle peoples,

It’s been a crazy week on Planet Earth, but rest assured that the house of cards the US Dunning-Kruger Cabal has built won’t stand forever. The (mad) King of (the) Heart(less) is starting to wobble.

Instead, let’s talk about the comic above. 

I’ve long been fascinated by our species’ aversion to public nudity. Don’t jump to conclusions, I’m no nudist. I’m just as quick to throw on a shirt and a pair of pants before I leave the house as anyone else. But intellectually, I am acutely aware of the silliness of it.

For millions of years, we were as naked as every other animal on the planet. So what happened to make us ashamed and afraid of our own bodies? There are various theories about how we became so self-conscious and nudity-averse. 

Going back tens of thousands of years, one obvious step resulted from our insatiable curiosity about what’s beyond the next mountain range. Once we traveled far enough from our more equatorial birthplace, it got cold, and we needed to cover ourselves. 

But that can’t be the reason we still wear layers of clothing in the heat of summer.

Another theory is about ownership. When humans invented agriculture, they began to declare the piece of land on which they toiled for food as their own—a concept generally unknown to hunter-gatherers. 

Once the concept of property was established, which children belonged to whom became more important, so men wanted to control who their women got sweaty with, and monogamy became fashionable to ensure birthright. Humans are visually oriented, so sexy bits were hidden to reduce temptation. Some cultures still exaggerate this custom by requiring women to wear tarpulins with no more than a tiny screened window to peek out of. (Even though anyone who has raised a teenager knows that taboos only serve to increase curiosity.)

In recent times, some psychologists have theorized that clothing is a means to avoid being reminded of our mortality as animals. That sounds logical.

(An amusing aside: some anthropologists have surmised that the reason human females are the only mammals that have noticeable chest bumps when not breastfeeding their young is an evolutionary trick to make them resemble buttocks. Before primitive humans began walking upright, the female buttocks were the visual cue that encouraged mating. Under this premise, boobs are chest-butts. One cleavage is as exciting as another. I told you it was amusing.)

These are all good theories, and I don’t have a favorite—except for the chest-butt premise—but I suspect that artists like to employ nudity for a couple of reasons: to depict the beauty of our natural form, and to strip away the personas we project with our clothing.

My cartoon above is a simple reversal of societal tendencies. In a world where nudity is common, artists might be inspired to turn the convention upside-down and depict the opposite. 

Even if you don’t think it’s funny, I hope you appreciate how rare it is to be able to sneak that much nudity into the Sunday comics section.

P.S. Some of my Peyote Cowboy readers have asked when the next episode is coming out. I took some time off to dust off my brain, but am back at the grindstone and should post a new episode this week!

Now it’s time to turn our frowns upside down with Wayno’s week of Bizarro cartoons. 

Virtual lawns can be mown with just a click of a button, Dad. Just saying.

I blame the people who taught this guy to read.

In Spanish, “Nosferatu” translates to “our feratu.”

This would be even funnier if it didn’t ring so true.

I wasn’t the only one to sneak forbidden topics into the comics pages this week.

She’s not alone. The entire western world now realizes the danger of ignoring the red flags of a narcissist.

That’s this week’s comedy salvo, Jazz Pickles. We hope you escaped injury. If you enjoy what we do and that we and that we do it for free, please consider helping us keep it that way and living indoors via one of the support portals below. We’ll send you jumbo-sized love.

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My (free) graphic novel in progress, PEYOTE COWBOY

Watch my pitch video and become a supporter of Peyote Cowboy here.

Super fun Bizarro swag from ComicsKingdom, including our 2026 Bizarro wall calendar.

I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the non-cartoon comments below. 

Since January 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post.

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Bienvenido, Pepinillos Jazz,

A few days ago, on the 22nd of January, I realized that the day before had been the 41st anniversary of Bizarro. That seems to happen at least once yearly, but I often forget about it until it’s passed, and never celebrate it unless someone in my life (Olive Oyl) notices ahead of time and insists, which has happened a few times.

I have mixed feelings about these anniversaries. On the one hand, I recognize the accomplishment of maintaining a cartoon strip for over forty years, but on the other hand, it can make me feel old and irrelevant. 

On yet another hand (I often need more than two), the passage of time and transition from young to old is the way of nature, and there is no denying it, escaping it, or shame in it. As the body melts away like a figure in an equatorial wax museum during a power outage, the mind becomes wiser, and that’s a wonderful thing.

On the fourth hand, I am profoundly grateful for having been able to make a living in a creative field of my choice without having to struggle my whole life with what are often called “real jobs.” I did my share of meaningless toil in my youth—minimum-wage labor of all sorts, kowtowing to egomaniacal advertising executives while illustrating products that I would never consume or allow in my own home—but by my mid-thirties, I was able to give those up and survive in middle-class comfort with my income from Bizarro. That seemed like a miracle, and still does, and I am eternally grateful for whatever gods or good karma allowed it to happen.

On the fifth hand, I am grateful for my partnership with Wayno for the past eight years. 

By January of 2018, I had written, drawn, and published over 12,000 cartoons, and I was mentally exhausted by it. Historically, syndicated cartoonists (who could afford it) have often turned their features over to ghostwriters and artists in midlife and retired early, but I’d been told that, since Bizarro was not a feature with regular characters and jokes that could be easily emulated by others, I’d never be able to do that. Bizarro had always been a personal expression of my own unique way of thinking and drawing, my syndication distributor said, so that option was not available to comics like mine.

But along came Wayno. Our humor and art are not identical, but they are similar enough that he could assume most of my responsibilities without losing my hard-earned readership. Another miracle. 

He has not tried to impersonate me, and I’ve never expected or wanted that, which is why he’s not been relegated to being a ghostwriter. 

Thanks for doing such a good job, pal.

This post is quickly sounding like something I did not intend it to when I began writing this morning. I’m not quitting Bizarro, I haven’t been diagnosed with anything terminal (yet), and I haven’t won an Oscar. It just feels like a good time to count my blessings.

My greatest blessing thus far has been my beloved Olive Oyl, who has been a supporting and invaluable partner in my life and career for the past twelve years. When we first got together, she did a terrific job coloring my daily cartoons for a few years, and from the very beginning, she’s been a savvy investor of my meager savings. That slowly-growing nest egg, and our decision to move to Mexico almost ten years ago, have been what allowed me to semi-retire and afford to pay Wayno to do his thing. 

I’ve run out of hands for all the things I’m thankful for, but lastly, I’ll thank you, dear readers, who have continued to help me stay in business. Wayno, Olive Oyl, and I cherish you all.

That makes it time to enjoy some chuckelation provided by Wayno’s Bizarro comics from the week…

The name of the deli above is explained in Wayno’s blog post for this week. I had no idea he had a connection to America’s original zombie filmmaker.

Zest is getting as hard to find as justice these days.

Ah, the good old days when criminals wore funny outfits, got what they deserved in the end, and weren’t fascist dictators posing as presidents of former democracies. (You didn’t think I could go a whole week without mentioning that, did you?)

I know a few charter members.

If you know who these two characters are, this is a brilliant gag. If you don’t, look them up.

Or are you just glad to see me?

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Super fun Bizarro swag from ComicsKingdom, including our 2026 Bizarro wall calendar.