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.

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

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.

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.

“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...”

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.

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.

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.

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?”

The U.S. isn’t liberating Venezuela’s oil—it’s poisoning the nation’s future with debt to create a permanent financial slave.

This year’s scariest holiday floats aren’t made of papier-mâché. They’re built from Hawaiʻi’s headlines and they’re coming down Main Street to haunt your pocket book.

The Young Brothers inter-island shipping monopoly just won a 25 percent rate hike from the Public Utilities Commission. Parent company shareholders are made whole, while local consumers are stuck with ever-higher food prices.

Honolulu City Council chair Tommy Waters is running for a third term thanks to a loophole in the county charter. But should we even have legislative term limits?

The State is funding a shady PR campaign using cultural gatekeepers to convince the public that geothermal energy ventures are supported by Native Hawaiians, and even the goddess Pele herself.

Instead of ensuring a future for Pacific fisheries, Kitty Simonds and WESPAC have accelerated their decline. If we don’t demand change now, the next generation may inherent an ocean stripped of its life.

From Red Hill to Hawaiʻi’s false missile alert, it becomes clearer each day the U.S. military doesn’t keep us safe. As heroic façade becomes farce, small wins, like the BLNR’s rejection of the Army’s EIS for Pōhakuloa, become possible.

The 2025 Hawaiʻi legislative session ended with an ignominious whimper when it comes to good government reform, or “sunshine,” bills—the last of which died in conference committee the week before this cartoon ran.

When we have money to fund tax credits for powerful film studios, but no money to invest in tax credits for our keiki, the lines between fictional exploitation and the dismal reality of life start to feel blurred. Are we not, in fact, living The White Lotus?