A couple weeks ago a young woman saw one of my cartoons and decided that I was a bad racist person and that she didn't want anything to do with me. I was devastated. I'm not exactly a social butterfly, but I had no idea that I lost touch to such an incredible degree. I thought I was just having fun with my cartoons and videos and stuff, but not interacting with people enough has clearly caused me to lose perspective to the point that I have no idea what type of material is or isn't acceptable. Sometimes I don't even know who I am anymore. Where did I ever get the idea that making such racially offensive material is okay? I'm a white man. Making light of these issues that have plagued our country from the first day it was settled is wrong and irresponsible. Finding humor in the fact that we have different skin colors is the height of ignorance. I've spent a lot of time looking at myself, trying to understand where this horrific racism comes from, and figuring out a way to truly better myself.
It's with a heavy heart that I write this blog post.
Nah, I'm just fucking with you. Here's my newest cartoon. It features a man who is so black that he has his own physical gravitational pull, and by the end he will have murdered another man with a pair of breast pumps.
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