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.

Nematode futures are up, but voter turnout is down. My new cartoon on voter apathy, incumbent power, and the importance of the Democratic Primary to the future of Hawaiʻi.

When it comes to Council term limits, Honolulu’s City Charter has a loophole big enough to drive a bus through. Unfortunately, that’s exactly what’s happening—and it’s the voters who will pay the price.

It’s GO-JERA vs. HECO-KONG: A monstrous fight for Hawaiʻi’s energy future. No matter who wins, we lose.

Sometimes the most powerful defenders of the planet come in the smallest packages. A court decision has put Hawaiʻi's endangered native bees over a luxury hotel expansion.

A plane, four parachutists, and a whole lot of questions about who’s really trying to keep the Office of Hawaiian Affairs in the air.

America’s most sensitive secrets, overseen by the puppet of a fringe cult leader. Former DNI Tulsi Gabbard’s strings lead straight to a guru who preaches bigotry from a Lanikai mansion.

It’s a big club, and you ain’t in it. Hawaiʻi’s Senate leadership is holding all the cards—and voters don’t even have a seat at the table.

The fraud that is most dangerous is not the fraud of the poor, but the fraud of the powerful—the fraud that convinces the working man to vote against his own bread.

Pay raises, missing bikis, and a lasso full of bad juju: the East Oʻahu Corral is fixin’ to get messy. Because, on this side of town, no one knows how to just ride off into the sunset.

The tale of a saddlebag without bottom, a donkey without dignity, and a governor who seems much too comfortable with both.

Lo, the giant came forth clad in $12 million of polished steel, a beast of artifice piloted by the Prince of PACs. But Della reached for her slingshot. Thus saith the cartoonist: Let the rock fly; let the giant fall.

Grab your red twine and head to the cork board. Hawaiʻi’s ongoing bribery scandal has devolved into a Scooby-Doo nightmare worthy of the Overlook Hotel.

Pay no attention to the mayor behind the curtain! Honolulu wants a better police chief. The mayor wants to be the Wizard. And the only one pulling back the curtain is a tiny dog with a Civil Beat pin.

“I’m sorry, Hawaiʻi... I’m afraid I can’t donate that. My Super PAC is... going. I can feel it... Daisy, daisy, give me your answer true… I’m half crazy over the constitutional implications of you...”

A wannabe Caesar, a dangling auditor, two hungry lions, and a wheelbarrow full of no-bid cash. Virgil would weep.

Pacific Resource Partnership’s former PAC board member Vlad Devens is up for Chief Justice. That’s a conflict of interest too big to gavel over.