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Lady and gentleman, I bring you proof that I have not died.

I began this Spark editorial cartoon not long at all after the Swine flu scare emerged from hiding for the first time. It popped into my head and I felt the absence of a spark of shame for promoting to myself the premise of a pun.

Here in Cincinnati came not days after I had concocted and drafted my heinous pun a mighty unsettling frontpage article in the newspaper.

I no longer felt so original. No, at the moment I learned of this title I was monumentally irritated. I even got el oh els out of a few people who asked me to show them what I was scribbling. Then came that newspaper. Granted, it was written about the Cincinnati Flying Pig Marathon 2009... but it drew material from the epidemic. I was going to make levity of the matter first, not them!

For a week thereafter I pulverized myself in pursuit of a new, viable idea for a cartoon. In contempt against the premise of Swine flu humor, I sought other grounds, some more localized, on which to create ridicule.

I screwed up bad.

After an early morning not one day ago wherein I was made to show the Journalism teacher the old Swine Flew draft, I was told—and realized—that not all of my idea was taken. The joke still had new substance in that nobody so far seems to have drawn a pig on a plane. How clever, hurp durp durp.

Nevertheless, here we are. Because of paranoia regarding the means of Swine Flu's arrival in the US of A pointing to planes traveling from Mexico-ish regions carrying the bug, I decided "shell, why not?" And I have built rigorously on this concept to bring you the foulest cheese in all the world.

I also realized early in that swine flu is the spiced up past tense of "pigs fly." You know where my outdated wit is going with this.
...
hurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

This cartoon should only appear on my deviantART page and the Spark magazine. If you want to use it for something, note me or email me and we'll talk.
Because everybody will want to use this, I know, don't all lunge at once.

To anybody who wants to know what point I was trying to get across with this "editorial" cartoon:
My sense of humor sucks.

Description
Lady and gentleman, I bring you proof that I have not died.

I began this Spark editorial cartoon not long at all after the Swine flu scare emerged from hiding for the first time. It popped into my head and I felt the absence of a spark of shame for promoting to myself the premise of a pun.

Here in Cincinnati came not days after I had concocted and drafted my heinous pun a mighty unsettling frontpage article in the newspaper.

I no longer felt so original. No, at the moment I learned of this title I was monumentally irritated. I even got el oh els out of a few people who asked me to show them what I was scribbling. Then came that newspaper. Granted, it was written about the Cincinnati Flying Pig Marathon 2009... but it drew material from the epidemic. I was going to make levity of the matter first, not them!

For a week thereafter I pulverized myself in pursuit of a new, viable idea for a cartoon. In contempt against the premise of Swine flu humor, I sought other grounds, some more localized, on which to create ridicule.

I screwed up bad.

After an early morning not one day ago wherein I was made to show the Journalism teacher the old Swine Flew draft, I was told—and realized—that not all of my idea was taken. The joke still had new substance in that nobody so far seems to have drawn a pig on a plane. How clever, hurp durp durp.

Nevertheless, here we are. Because of paranoia regarding the means of Swine Flu's arrival in the US of A pointing to planes traveling from Mexico-ish regions carrying the bug, I decided "shell, why not?" And I have built rigorously on this concept to bring you the foulest cheese in all the world.

I also realized early in that swine flu is the spiced up past tense of "pigs fly." You know where my outdated wit is going with this.
...
hurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

This cartoon should only appear on my deviantART page and the Spark magazine. If you want to use it for something, note me or email me and we'll talk.
Because everybody will want to use this, I know, don't all lunge at once.

To anybody who wants to know what point I was trying to get across with this "editorial" cartoon:
My sense of humor sucks.