A new jet . . . for me! Yeah!

This is a rare topical/political comic strip. I’m venturing out into political waters because there is rarely a political event this patently ridiculous. “Murkowski’s jet shall save us all,” is the new catch phrase around my house.

For the benefit of those out-of-state or international readers, let me explain the joke. The short story is that our Governor Frank Murkowski has said he plans to trade two turbo-prop planes, which are used by the State for various things like doing emergency transport of the infirmed to hospitals and bringing the state police to remote villages, for an executive jet. I guess that bears pointing out for those not in the know that the majority of Alaska is extremely rural, with the only transport in and out being boat, ATV, or airplane, with many of the airstrips being bare gravel. The jet would be unusable on the airstrips for a variety of fairly obvious reasons. It would be very much like taking a limo off-roading in the mountains. It has not been a popular decision.

Despite being turned down twice and having his plan universally panned by the public, he has declared, the jet shall be his. The governor magnanimously has said he would share the use of his new jet for uses like prisoner transport and such.

This strip serves the purpose of beating a dead, but very funny, horse.

YSL #173 - the week of April 24, 2005 

No, I'm really sorry this time

Sincerity and trust just doesn’t have the self life it used to.

I could tell you I’m the best there is, but I always have to prove it to you, time and time again. And I always do.

Do me a favor, trust me. I’m the best.

YSL #172 - Week of April 17th, 2005

I've got crabs

The function of this strip is two fold.

1) Bragging about said crab consumption

2) Absolving ourselves of our squeamishness related to organs still attached to our food.

Enjoy.

YSL #171 - Week of April 10, 2005 

Fame

Doing one hundred and seventy Your Square Life comic strips has only brought me two things: fame and power.

Oh, how I do try to be magnanimous and avoid what has been disparaged as “lording” my twin gifts over my friends and family. Then I thought, screw it. Who are these little people to tell me what to do? I’m famous. I make no apologies for that. If I want pancakes and prime rib at 3:00 a.m., served piping hot with a smile, why shouldn’t I get it?

My wife, on the other hand, had many convincing reasons why not and encouraged me to let the matter rest, lest she kill me where I stand. I chose to agree with her.

-Lee “Famous” Post

YSL #170 - week of April 3, 2005