What’s the good word, party people? Read any good comics lately? Of course you haven’t, and that’s because I am sold out of “Redskin Rashy.” You had your chance, dummy. You snooze you lose. Who knows? You may have your chance again, I am going to do a micro print run again for convention season and take it from there. Tough love, baby. Tough love.

“Redskin Rashy” marks a pretty strong shift in tone from the other Rashy books.  Sure, there’s still boobs n’ grass n’ other junk, but this is downright wholesome compared to Rashy Rabbit 4. Which, I gotta admit, seriously bummed my 5 fans out.  I got a surprising amount of feedback that I was headin’ waaay off course. In fact, I still hear from folks that the first Rashy Rabbit comic was the best. Jeez, now I know how The Violent Femmes feel.

Here it is, brought to you in it’s full B&W splendor, Redskin Rashy, the comic that pushed me from existential angst into full-blown farce. There is no turnin’ this van around now.

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Y’know, I can still remember the day when my brother got up and changed the channel from the public broadcasting pre school block to a UHF channel showing classic theatrical cartoons from the golden age of animation. Obviously, once that creaky door into adulthood was opened there was no going back. Sesame Street now felt, well, tame next to the anarchic glee of the Warner Bros and MGM cartoons. Even a six year old can see the quality difference between animated toy commercials masquerading as entertainment compared to the loving craftsmanship shown in Disney features. Mr.Rogers seemed milquetoast compared to, well, pretty much anything, but there was no going back for me.

It saddens me to no end that children of today, as if they had hope before, can’t turn on the ol’ boob tube and see Popeye n’ friends. It makes me reel in horror that children don’t have foghorn leghorn shorts as a parable that yes, it’s a dog eat dog world out there, and the most clever one that survives. It’s sad that we can’t project our own suburban anxieties on Donald Duck as he puffs his pipe and reads the paper, only to be disturbed by an external foe when all he really wants, is to enjoy his post war comforts in peace. He was a WW II vet, for Christ sake, doesn’t he deserve it?

Adulthood seemed more tangible, but cartoons themselves with a mystery wrapped in a puzzle. How DID they make these things? They are drawings, but how did they move? How’d they talk? How come they are so funny?
I asked my Mom these questions for which she answered” I dunno.”

Eh, at least the kids today have internet.

Drawing eleven dudes is never that easy of a task, unless of course you draw them yellow with an overbite.

Oh sure, these might superficially resemble Simpsons characters, but what can you do?

That’s right, suckers. MORE leftovers.

This scene was cut on the account of the angry eyes. Apparently, hooded eyes frightens children, or so I was told many times. What? the same wee ones that are spray painting graffiti behind my house, or the fat tikes at home playing violent video games? Well, I guess kids in after school chess programs might be part of the upper crust and have more delicate sensibilities. I wouldn’t know, I don’t play chess.

Mistake No.1 Uh, oh. “Dot eyes”. I don’t know why I bother with them. Clients ALWAYS hate them. ALWAYS.

Mistake No.2 I made a black guy look black. When a client says they want a”multi-cultural cast,” what they really man is “Draw Caucasians and color them brown.”

For some kooky, goofy reason, this background was changed to green. Yes, everything fell apart after that.

As you no doubt have already guessed, The Indian robot turns into a house and the Italian ‘bot turns into the Leaning Tower Of Pisa AND the Effel Tower, of course(?)

I don’t remember anything about this one. I kinda like it. Painter is good for sponge effects.

This one looked really jagged and pixelated on the screen. Gotta keep those outlines, I guess.

New stuff to come, I promise.