Twenty-five years later, we still mourn the 2,977 lives lost. The Military Industrial Complex mourns nothing—it just cashes the check. My new cartoon on 9/11, the war machine, and the millions of names that have yet to be counted here in the heart of the crumbling empire.

This Labor Day, the working people of Honolulu need relief, not a gilded spectacle. We deserve leaders who take our struggles seriously, and who treat the cost of living like the crisis it is.

The Pony Express was retired in 1861. We, uh, might need to bring it back. My new cartoon on Trump's assault on democracy and the complacency that's letting him get away with it.

An avatar of empire, clutching the instruments of our destruction, exhaling hurricanes toward the islands. The climate crisis is not natural—it is manufactured, and it is profitable.

Christmas morning brings a miracle: a converted cartoonist. His family doesn't know whether to cheer or call an exorcist.

The ghost of Christmas Yet-To-Come shows a political cartoonist his worst-case scenario: A world in which he is miserable and alone, his job is given to a fascist cartoonist, and a dessert tragically dies of over-analysis.

Elis is visited next by the Ghost of Christmas Present, a weary mall Santa with a union card and some inconvenient observations about holiday cheer.

A militant political cartoonist is on track for a very un-merry Christmas season when he is visited in his dreams by the ghost of his own nostalgic past.