I drew a cartoon of what happens if we let corporations name the new Aloha Stadium. It involves Zippy’s, Snorkel Bob’s, and a truly upsetting amount of albeit delicious garlic chicken from a favorite Keʻeaumoku Street eatery.

When “liberating” Iran starts with bombing school girls, the rhetoric of freedom is exposed as a lie. Examine instead the West’s history of overthrowing democracy for oil, of enabling Israel’s rogue nukes, and of serving the Epstein Class’s drive to crush the last West Asian nation resisting its financial domination.

In 2024, the AG told lawmakers she already had the power to appoint a special counsel. In 2026, she claims she has no such power. My new cartoon exposes a contradiction at the heart of the $35k bribery investigation.

In threatening the press for reporting the truth about an impaired lawmaker, a gang of Hawaiʻi senators traded their public obligation to transparency for tribal loyalty—and showed just how comfortable they've become with authoritarian tactics at home.

Christmas morning brings a miracle: a converted cartoonist. His family doesn't know whether to cheer or call an exorcist.

The ghost of Christmas Yet-To-Come shows a political cartoonist his worst-case scenario: A world in which he is miserable and alone, his job is given to a fascist cartoonist, and a dessert tragically dies of over-analysis.

Elis is visited next by the Ghost of Christmas Present, a weary mall Santa with a union card and some inconvenient observations about holiday cheer.

A militant political cartoonist is on track for a very un-merry Christmas season when he is visited in his dreams by the ghost of his own nostalgic past.