Coincidental Comedy


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We had a busy week at Rancho Bizarro. As I mentioned in last week’s post, we adopted a Mexican street dog as a companion to our dog, Jemima, whom we brought down here to Mexico from what used to be the United States. The new dog is four months old and is recovering from a broken leg which she sustained from an unsuccessful encounter with an automobile while she was still on the streets. Today’s cartoon is about a dog in a cone collar because of an injury to its rear hip area, which is exactly where our dog’s stitches are (from the surgery that inserted a metal pin) and what’s notable about that is that I wrote and drew this cartoon four weeks ago, before I knew of our new dog’s existence. Spooky? Only if you’re prone to reading coincidences as messages from another dimension. Still, it’s kind of funny.

Here is a shot of new dog being super cute, and here is a picture of new and old dog together, attempting to chew each other’s faces off in a good natured way. They love this game and neither of them seems to get hurt.

Her full name is Monita Chichita but we’ll mostly call her Monita, which we kind of made up. “Mono” is the Spanish word for “monkey,” and by our our gringo logic, adding an “ita” to the end both feminizes it and means she is little, so we think it means “little monkey girl”. “Chichita” is a word we found on a list of dirty words that our Spanish teacher gave us that supposedly means “small boobs”. (I know that’s not all that dirty, but a lot of the other words on the list are filthy. FYI: If you want to say “big boobs,” it is “chichota” according to the smut list.)

I mentioned recently that I like ventriloquism gags and here is another one.

Surprisingly, this cartoon only garnered one complaint from a vegan/animal rights type person. I’m a fan of the artisanal movement toward hand-made goods but, like all trends, there are those who will take it too far and make it seem ridiculous. That was the primary motivation behind this cartoon.

The other thought here is that most of us modern folks in places like America have completely lost touch with where animal products come from and exactly what sights, sounds, and smells that entails. A hot dog stand like this one would likely get fewer customers but it shouldn’t. If you’re comfortable with where your animal food comes from and what that actually means, why turn a blind eye to the process? And if you’re not comfortable with it, perhaps it is time to change your habits. Unlike some of my posts from the past, I’m not advocating for either meat-eaters or vegetarians, I’m just saying facing the truth when making these kinds of lifestyle choices is probably a good thing.

One of the things I like about Mexico is that life isn’t sanitized and deodorized for the consumer’s comfort. Life here is a bit grisly and in your face. That feels more honest and gratifying to me than the mindless superstore, shopping mall culture of the U.S.

Some cats are so cranky.

I truly enjoyed the whole Trump-has-tiny-hands storyline that happened last summer when it was still unthinkable that such an unstable, insufferable clown could become president of the most powerful country in the world. It’s not as funny now, of course. In case you’re unaware, this story started way back in the late 1900s when a reporter (I think it was from Spy magazine?) said Trump had small hands, and then Trump spent the next many years trying to negate and disprove the comment every chance he got. Because nothing says “confidence in one’s manhood” like whining and pleading your case in the face of a childish, schoolyard accusation. When it came up again in the primaries last year, he spent waaaaaaaaaay too much time disputing it again. Trump’s lack of dignity and confidence about virtually everything is befitting a chair-throwing guest on a Jerry Springer episode.

The reason the hand thing makes him so uncomfortable, of course, is that small hands are supposed to be an indication that a person has a small penis. The fact that this childish, middle-school-gym-class discussion was even part of the presidential campaign was absurd and insulting to anyone with an I.Q. high enough to write their own name without silently mouthing the letters, but still it persisted.

And now he has the nuclear codes. Let’s hope a foreign leader doesn’t insinuate his wing-wang might be bigger than Trump’s or we might all be vaporized.

Even more childish than the Cheeto Mussolini’s obsession with his weiner is his habit of calling any journalism that contradicts his egomania, “fake news”.

On a more amusing note but still the same topic of America’s despicable political reality, Olive Oyl and I went into the town center today (called the “Jardin” here) to see what the local Mexicans were up to for Easter, which is a big deal lin Latin America. We’ve seen some religious processions and such this week, but today’s event was among the strangest I’ve ever encountered. Check out the links below as I explain it.

Apparently, the locals have a tradition of hanging effigies of people (real or fictional) that they believe have wronged them––the devil, historical or political characters––in the Jardin on Easter Sunday and blowing them up with explosives. (What this has to do with Easter is beyond my education or imagination.) Before it begins, there are numerous papier mâché characters hung on ropes (horizontal, like clothes lines, not vertical like a lynching) with three firecracker-type-things attached to a small hoop around their waist. They light the first one and it spews sparks, thus rotating the dummy (with the red bowtie in this pic). As the first firecracker reaches it’s end there’s a little “pop!”, then it lights the next one and it spews sparks and smoke and continues the rotation, then it pops and lights the third one, which does the same thing but ends with an ear-splittingly loud KABOOM! and the whole thing explodes into a million pieces. Then they move to the next figure. In all, there were around 20 characters today. Here’s a pretty cool devil effigy and here’s the unbelievably amazing photo of his explosion that Olive Oyl took on her iPhone. The entire extravaganza was a hoot but the best part was that the grand finale was an effigy of Donald Trump. (The sign on him says “DONALD pero no el pato” which translates to “Donald, but not the duck.”) Up until then, the crowd laughs and claps as each character is ignited and explodes but as the time wore on, the crowd began chanting “Donald! Donald!” until they finally lit him up. Here he is spinning. When he exploded, the crowd erupted for the first time in loud shouts and applause, as though the Mexican national team had just scored a goal in the World Cup. By my reckoning, the crowd was about half Mexicans and half gringos, and all of us enjoyed watching Trump disintegrate.

The macabre aspect of this exercise did not escape us, but it is a basic psychological fact that blowing off steam in this manner can be very therapeutic, and much better than going after the real politician with a noose. I believe this kind of public event has a healing effect on people and it is no secret that virtually all Mexicans and a majority of Americans despise DT. He would have had a very difficult time finding a friend in this town today.

It was so much better than an egg hunt and probably my favorite Easter ever.

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33 thoughts on “Coincidental Comedy

  1. Years ago, we hosted an exchange student from Spain who had the giggle fits when he saw the sign for the restaurant Chi-Chi’s. Apparently it was slang for “tits” to him.
    Among those effigies in your picture did I see Big Bird?? Who has an issue with Big Bird?

    • We thought the same thing but we think it wasn’t supposed to be Big Bird. Might even have been a reference to a “jail bird,” but we don’t really know.

      • What about an oversized Tweety Bird? Doesn’t he have legs that are orange? I got that idea because of the bird cage. Big Bird is never in a cage. It could be because Tweety is always getting Sylvester J Pooty Tat in trouble with Grandma.

  2. I love the effigies! It was Graydon Carter in Spy Magazine who referred to Trump as a “short-fingered vulgarian” in the early 1990’s. Poor DT has obviously never gotten over it (the part about his fingers, anyway—he probably can’t be bothered to look up “vulgarian”).

  3. About Trump’s tiny hands: The way I heard it was that Graydon Carter, now editor of Vanity Fair, started the whole thing.
    According to an article in The Washington Post (January 6, 2017) Carter wrote a profile of Trump for the May 1984 issue of GQ magazine: “Meet Donald Trump. Age 38. Eyebrows by Henry Luce. The sandy hair — longish on the sides in a Chamber of Commerce sort of way and brushed flat over the ears — by George Steinbrenner. The 6-foot-2-inch frame is trim but well-nourished. The hands small and neatly groomed. The suit is blue and stylish — maybe a little too flared in the leg for someone who lives east of the Hudson. About the only thing that gives away this striver from an outer borough are his cuff links: huge mollusks of gold and stone the size of half-dollars.”
    Four years later, in Spy magazine which he co-founded, Carter called Trump a “short-fingered vulgarian”. He wrote about this again in 2015 in Vanity Fair (which is where I first read it). “Just to drive him a little bit crazy, I took to referring to him as a ‘short-fingered vulgarian’ in the pages of Spy magazine. That was more than a quarter of a century ago. To this day, I receive the occasional envelope from Trump. There is always a photo of him — generally a tear sheet from a magazine. On all of them he has circled his hand in gold Sharpie in a valiant effort to highlight the length of his fingers. I almost feel sorry for the poor fellow because, to me, the fingers still look abnormally stubby.”

    • I noticed that, too, Alan. Reminds me of the connection between “therapist” and “the rapist”. Although I have nothing against therapy.

  4. Have had the pleasure of dining at “The Cholesterol Delight” (more properly known as “El Cantarito”) near Jocotepec, Jalisco, MX. There, you could (literally) meet your dinner before you ordered!

    Admittedly, Mexican beef is not nearly as tasty as American. OTOH, Mexican cattle roam freely, “on the hoof” and have a much better quality of life than American beef (which stand knee-deep in sh*t, whilst being force-fed genetically-modified corn, and Gawd-knows-what-else). Yes, Mexico is a bit more “in-your-face” about where food comes from – but I actually like and appreciate that. Harkens back to earlier times.

    I like the Mexican-style of marketing: Need meat? go to the carniceria. Need produce? Go to the fruteria. Need ferrets? Go to the ferretieria (sorry – I always got a chuckle out of that!)

  5. Just a huge thank you again for what you do !
    I would do a $$ thing, but I’ve had a full-time petsitting biz for 21 years (since back when petsitting was one word), which means I work 7 days/week, no sick days in 21 years, and make not a lot of money.
    A heart job, like yours.
    But you keep me going !!
    THANK YOU !!

  6. Hello,
    I’m Mexican and I’ve been following your work for a long time. I’ve always found it fantastic.

    I’d like to tell something about the effigies: the event is called “quema de Judas” (Burning of Judas). Originally, the dolls were supposed to represent Judas Iscariot and the devil. They were hanged and burnt to celebrate the defeat of evil by the resurrection of Jesus. Over time, treason and evil took the faces of politicians and public figures.
    Nowadays, since some of those figures are donated by local services or business, they may represent things related to the donor. I think that’s the case for the Big Bird doll; one would have to know who provided it to be sure, I guess. :)

    Thank you for sharing your work and thoughts, I really enjoy your blog. And it’s also quite interesting to read how you’re perceiving Mexico.
    Welcome to this country, or at least what is left of it. I hope you’ll be happy here. :)

    • Thanks so much for the added info, Angélica! I’ve been very curious and intended to ask a local Mexican friend about it later today.

  7. A very interesting celebration for Easter Sunday. Loved all the explosions. Especially the Donald.
    Have an awesome week!

  8. Minnesota in the 60’s was still largely farmland, and I had either relatives, or my father had co-workers, that owned farms. And, occasionally, my brother and I had to go out to one to help out with various obligations. That included beheading chickens and throwing them in buckets of boiling water to pick the feathers off. Then there was the fact that my dad was an avid hunter, which meant that during the fall we’d have a gutted deer in the garage, or I’d be filleting fish we caught that day. Still, I don’t think I’d want to butcher my own pig or cow…

  9. Have never heard ‘mono’ for monkey–around here (Tucson) it’s ‘chango’. There’s a local mariachi group named “Los Changuitos Feos”, “The Ugly Little Monkeys” which is a great name for any group!

    • Love it! “Mono” might be SpanishSpanish, and “Chango” might be Mexican. Or, Spanish might just have more than one word for the same thing, like we sometimes do in English. I may never find out. Mexico is a mysterious country.

  10. The recent perceived uptick in political/social commentary in Bizzaro has been enjoyable and the additional hostilities around that predictable and yet disheartening. Hang in there.
    I wonder why there’s so little good right wing humor. Is it that I just don’t agree with the point of view? Right wingers are less creative? The incongruous but simultaneously logical thinking necessary for a joke eludes them?
    LOVE the founding fathers in wigs and heels cartoon. I’ve given it some additional verbal syndication by repeating it.

    • Thanks for your words of support, Greg. I’ve long thought about why there are so few creative types in general in the conservative camp. It’s because conservative politics are about a mindset of fear of the unknown and the “other”. Most creative types are open-minded, curious about the unknown, looking for alternative answers to ancient questions that religions pretend to know the answers to. In most cases, conservative politics self-selects away from creative types, philosophers, open mindedness, etc.

      • You’re welcome. True. All I can think of is Dennis Miller (not funny) and one cartoon column I won’t mention (not funny), and Bob Hope (sometimes funny, but deceased). Ever hear Ann Coulter try to be funny? Eww. For humor you’ve got to be open to creative, non-linear ideas. It takes some open-mindedness. I’d say “alternative” thinking but they ruined that word.

  11. “Mono”, as usual in spanish (specially in Mexican spanish) may have a lot of meanings, among them: Monkey, Doll (rag doll, barbie-like, or action figures), Cartoon character (either animated or not) and any recognizable human/animal drawing, even an adjective as “cute” (“está mono”). All of them cam be masculine/feminine as you properly did with your dog. Also has some dirty meanings I do not dare to post :)

    Chichi is not an actual “dirty” word, it is said to be an ancient mexican word (i.e.: not spanish), and some communities use it without shame involved (although some people may get offended). Chichotas is however a pejorative word, which may be offensive (yes, it means “big boobs”), especially for the bearer, especially IF she hears you…

  12. I have some friends in another state that has a wheaton terrier and I meant to cut out the strip where the adoption agency need to check and see if the new owners were gluten tolerant and send it to them. Is there a way to find it on your website?

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