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.

Faced with a venture-capital-funded turkey and an AI-generated logo, a cartoonist contemplates the collapse of civilization over cranberry sauce.

To defeat a fascist pothole, a cartoonist and his partner unleash the one thing it can't handle: a civil servant armed with duplicate forms and a preliminary injunction.

The pothole is rewriting the map. The city is lost in a maze of forms. Will they be able to mount a successful resistance before their house is ground into the foundations of the new fascist state next door?

When a pothole declares itself a sovereign nation and starts annexing the cul de sac, the only thing more useless than calling the city is drafting a strongly worded letter to the UN.

He’s going to kill the profit-haunting algorithm the only way he knows how: by posting a masterpiece so brilliant it’s completely un-monetizable.

He was forced to sanitize his cartoon for clicks. He didn't know that doing so would unleash an Eldritch algorithm that feeds on bland content. This week, Elis struggles to maintain his sanity in the wake of the call of Clickthrulhu!