Seurat Pie Cubes Cruelty Tax

By Jeremy Meltingtallow

(To see this cartoon all up in your face and spectacular, click the black doggy.)

Bizarro is brought to you today by Angels Among Us.

I had a wonderful weekend, hope you did, too. The weather here in Los Angeles was spectacular for outside-doing-stuff and so I went hiking and rock climbing. I went to a famous place just outside of town called Vasquez Rocks, which has been used in countless films and television shows, mostly westerns and science fiction. The largest, most pointy rock is called Kirk’s Rock because William Shatner confronted a man in a rubber lizard suit in front of it in an episode of the original Star Trek TV show in the 60s.

The funny thing about my trip there today, however, is that I was walking along what seemed to be a deserted area when I looked up on Kirk’s Rock and saw the following image.

I’m not kidding. I took this picture with my cellphone. At first I wondered if it was the end of the world, as one does when confronted with Jesus and two angels, back lit by the sun a hundred feet above you in the wilderness. But walking a few more feet exposed the following large group of people dressed as shepherds, waving back at him.

Apparently I’d stumbled upon an Easter pageant of some kind. So fear not that you missed the end of the world this weekend; it was just some outdoor Jesus theater.

By the way, when Punxsutawney Jesus poked his head of his tomb today in LA, he did, indeed see his shadow, so there will be six more weeks of damnation. Bummer.

Here are some other cartoons to catch you up on all things Bizarro this week. Hope they do not make you ill or otherwise uncomfortable.














If you didn’t know that SpongeBob lives under water, this cartoon could take on a far more lascivious meaning. Whoops.








McDonalds buys their chicken meat from factory farms, which are notoriously cruel to the animals they raise. This scene would not surprise me in an actual McD’s.








I hate the IRS and who doesn’t? I suspect that the reason we celebrate Easter in the spring is to give us hope in a super hero who can save us from taxation. But I could be wrong about that.






Be well, Jazz Pickles. You are the cucumbers in my vinegar, the tang in my sandwich.