I love it. Everything about it. The colors -- especially Barack's shirt -- and the message and the humor and everything. Brilliant.
It's amazing what art can do -- and, yes, comics are art. In the illustration above, I see Barack as a very small boy. And it's not because of the way he's drawn. It's because of the colors.
Those take me back to Christmas 1973. My youngest brother was still in elementary school. He had a favorite pair of jeans. They were blue denim with red -- the color Barack's wearing -- sewn in on them. I've never seen pants like that before.
And he was a small kid so he had this habit of scuffling around on his knees. He'd be going for something under the couch, for example, and be on his knees and move over towards the couch. Or he'd crawl across the room. Or he'd just walk across the room on his knees -- he was a kid.
And I understood it and it didn't bother me at all.
But my parents had a fit.
He was forever wearing out the knees in his pants. And my mother would sew a patch on -- fortunately, patches were popular at that time -- and that would wear off as well. (She had to sew on. If she used the iron on ones, they'd come right off.)
So that's where big sister Kat comes in. All he wanted for Christmas was those jeans that were blue denim with the red on them. I had to look all over for them.
I believe I found them at JC Penny's and at the Penny's that was on Market St. But my mind is not known for being exact on personal details. (Market St. in San Francisco.) Whatever it was, it was a chain store because I had to go to the one in Sacramento two months later for two more pairs -- it was my brother's birthday. I'd gone to the same store on Market (I know it was Market St., regardless of what store it was) and they didn't have any but they called the store in Sacramento so I took a road trip.
Closing with C.I.'s "Iraq snapshot:"