I've said it for years, but it's clear that cartoonists, animators and yes, even comic book authors and graphic novelists are the biggest racists in the country.
Since I can't beat you guys, I will come up with my own thinly-veiled racist cartoon.
Col Allen, the Editor-in-Chief of the New York Post, is hosting a barn raising at his Hampton home. It's a chilly night so he decides he should put on a jacket. Problem is there was a freak paint can explosion in his closet the day before and all the coats, jackets and fleeces are at the dry cleaners. He improvises and decides to wear a white sheet instead. He gets chapped lips on chilly nights like this and once again he can't find which pair of jeans he last left his chapstick in, so he throws a pillowcase on his head for precautionary anti lip-chapping measure.
Col's guests arrive and would you know it, each and every one also had mysterious paint cans in their parlor closets explode so they are decked in sheets as well.
There's a great big oak tree that everyone's gathers around, and Col says, "This is my favorite tree to hang you know what on." He is of course talking about tire swings because of this one time he visited his uncle's farm in Liverpool as a lad, and he and his cousins spent a pleasurable afternoon in the springtime swinging and playing until dusk.
Just then Rupert Murdoch arrives. He is escorting a man of darker complexion who happens to have his hands tied behind his back with rope. "Just here with my friend for some BDSM role-playing," says Murdoch.
"That's awesome!" says Col Allen. "Do you want to go blow up a black church?"
Alas, they decide they are too tuckered out for a church bombing and instead call up their politician friends and have them un-absolve slavery in the country.