(To embiggenate any picture on this page, project it onto a large piece of paper and trace it carefully. Or click the image with your computer's pointing finger thing.) Before I say anything else, I'd like to remind you that this cartoon was drawn several weeks ago. When I looked at it this morning, I could not help but see it in relation to the use of an automobile as a weapon in Charlottesville last weekend, and I was sorely dismayed by the idea that some people might see a connection. In simple words, this cartoon has NOTHING to do with that incident. It does, however, have everything to do with how many of today's teenagers are much better at video games than they are at real life. Of course, with the direction society is going, once the rest of us are old and out of power, the entire world will exist in virtual reality and the vast majority of the world's population will be sitting around with goggles on being fed intravieneously. By whom, I've no idea. On to funnier matters: I tried to pack a lot of fun into the art on this one. There are 11 Secret Symbols and if you're not familiar with what that means, this is a great time to look into it. Here's a list of the 13 official symbols, a few of which I hide in almost all of my cartoons. And––SPOILER ALERT––if you have trouble finding them all or are too busy to search for them, here's a version of this cartoon with the symbols circled. Lastly, if you're wondering what this diner is called, here's a closeup of the red menu on the counter in front of the old man pouring coffee. This cartoon is a public service announcement of sorts, reminding people to be careful with their love butter and not to open their jar for someone without thinking it through. You're welcome. That said, sex is fun if you know what you're doing, don't take it too seriously, always use a condom. Most of us have worked for a rich asshole at some point in our lives and we currently have the king of all rich, privileged, frat-bro assholes in the Oval Office, of course. When I was young and working "normal" jobs, it often galled me that my hard work was doing little more than buying more sports cars and vacation homes for some random jackass I'd never met. Most of us are in that position most of our lives. I don't have an answer for it, I just like to complain. Olive Oyl and I have a pitbull mix (Jemima) who loves to play fetch. She likes to chase a rubber bone-shaped chew toy and we've been playing this way for a few years. We recently adopted a border collie mix (Monita) who is not yet a year old but is already taller and longer than Jemima, and she totally changed the game. She doesn't like to play fetch, but she loves to herd. So now I throw the bone as far as I can, Jemima hauls ass to snatch it in her mouth and turns around to run back to me. Monita crouches as Jemima turns back toward us, trots in stalking fashion toward Jemima, then darts out in front of her to stop her momentum, grabs the bone in Jemima's mouth and struggles with her until she gets it away from her, then takes a few steps away and drops it. Once she's gotten it away from Jemima, she doesn't want it anymore. For reasons unknown, neither of them have any interest in any kind of ball. When I was a teen in the 70s, there were rumors that some ice cream trucks sold weed in secret. I have no personal experience to validate it because I was too shy to ask an ice cream truck driver if he had pot, but I believed the rumor and think now that it was certainly true in some places. That memory along with recent changes in the law regarding marijuana inspired this cartoon. It isn't hard to imagine a time in the not-too-distant future when cannabis trucks will cruise slowly down the street playing Grateful Dead songs and we'll go running down the block to catch it like we did when we were kids. Another truck will undoubtedly be a block or two behind it selling crunchy snacks.