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.

They said “law and order.” They meant “hoods and handcuffs.” Hawaiʻi is fighting back. My new cartoon pulls back the mask on America’s secret police, and its white supremacist lineage.

NASA just found a black hole beyond the moon. Turns out the Hawaiʻi House of Representatives got there first.

State Rep. Diamond Garcia built his brand attacking Democrats over the cost of living. When Trump admits he’s profiting off of war, and gas hits $5.50, that grift gets harder to sell.

Dole says “Pineapple business hard.” Small farmers: “Hold my taro.” Now the public is being asked to bail out a wealthy multinational corporation, and letting it keep 60 percent of our water.

Welcome to the 2026 lieutenant governor race—where one candidate is riding high; the other is treading water; and somewhere beneath the surface, a very well-funded shark is waiting.

Democracy should flow through a public hearing, not a private audience. Yet, in the people’s house, the most important conversations happen in the hallways—and they’re all off the record.

I drew a cartoon of what happens if we let corporations name the new Aloha Stadium. It involves Zippy’s, Snorkel Bob’s, and a truly upsetting amount of albeit delicious garlic chicken from a favorite Keʻeaumoku Street eatery.

When “liberating” Iran starts with bombing school girls, the rhetoric of freedom is exposed as a lie. Examine instead the West’s history of overthrowing democracy for oil, of enabling Israel’s rogue nukes, and of serving the Epstein Class’s drive to crush the last West Asian nation resisting its financial domination.

In 2024, the AG told lawmakers she already had the power to appoint a special counsel. In 2026, she claims she has no such power. My new cartoon exposes a contradiction at the heart of the $35k bribery investigation.

In threatening the press for reporting the truth about an impaired lawmaker, a gang of Hawaiʻi senators traded their public obligation to transparency for tribal loyalty—and showed just how comfortable they've become with authoritarian tactics at home.

Congressman Ed Case’s empty rhetoric on ICE counts for little so long as his campaign funding comes largely from the same war-profiteering donors who supply the tools of militarized policing at home and abroad.

After decades of colonial resource extraction, Dole Plantation is sticking the public with the cost of fixing its aging Wahiawā dam and ditch system. With big Ag Park dreams, a powerful Hawaiʻi Senator wonders, “how we gon’ pay for dat?”