You might wonder what my role is in Robert Ariail’s cartooning process. Well, I’m his editor, so my function is much the same as when editing text, only it’s pictures.
For instance, Robert had done a cartoon for tomorrow that — way back in a corner of the background — had a fire hydrant. But there was no dog in the cartoon. He had drawn a cartoon fire hydrant without a cartoon dog! Obviously, he had slipped a bit from being on vacation last week.
As soon as I pointed out the omission, he immediately went and fixed it. We must preserve the unities, you know.
And to think — there are people in this world who don’t think editors serve a useful purpose…
Let me guess — the hydrant has Mark Sanford’s face on it?
Doug,
You stole Lee’s line.
Please give Robert full artistic privileges. Art shouldn’t be micromanaged.
editorial art is commissioned for a purpose, so the editor does have a role
in directing the illustrator.
So the editor dogs the cartoons?
Good work if you can get it. I need a gig like this, except I’d like one with a longer future.
Faust
Highly-sensitive-easily-offended readers dog the editor.
Will everyone soon begin to emulate Barack Obama? I can’t flip through the TV channels without seeing him saying he is offended by something.
Talk about a humor-less existence!!!
The next cartoon will be about the pig with large ears and the pig with lipstick. Then you will see a cartoon with a third finger in the air that is colored with lipstick. We can go on an on about the cartoon’s.
The bottom line is that this is not a joke. This election is about the real thing. Our future and the future of our children.
Do not forget for a minute that this election has to be about terriorism, illegal immigration and the economy. The Republican party needs to get back to basics and let Obama’s mouth take him down. He was raised on the south side of Chicago and he will either have to read the prepared comments or what comes up will come out and he will sink his ship with his mouth.
There is many a slip between the cup and the lip.