a-proposal
Original: a-proposal on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Main comic:
A man in a suit, speaking earnestly with one hand raised: "You guys hate the people from the least developed nations. Less developed countries have higher fertility rates. Ipso facto you guys should sell all of your possessions, give the money to Africa, then move there to help build infrastructure."
Caption (below panel): I am no longer welcome at KKK rallies.
Votey:
The same man, looking slightly worried, with a long speech bubble: "You guys have a REALLY BAD attitude."
A man in a suit, speaking earnestly with one hand raised: "You guys hate the people from the least developed nations. Less developed countries have higher fertility rates. Ipso facto you guys should sell all of your possessions, give the money to Africa, then move there to help build infrastructure."
Caption (below panel): I am no longer welcome at KKK rallies.
Votey:
The same man, looking slightly worried, with a long speech bubble: "You guys have a REALLY BAD attitude."
Alt text
Main comic: A single panel showing a man in a suit speaking earnestly, one hand raised in a presenting gesture. His speech reads: "You guys hate the people from the least developed nations. Less developed countries have higher fertility rates. Ipso facto you guys should sell all of your possessions, give the money to Africa, then move there to help build infrastructure." A caption beneath the panel reads: "I am no longer welcome at KKK rallies." The joke is that he has used cold logic to tell a white-supremacist audience they should give away everything and move to Africa.
Votey: A hand-drawn panel of the same man now looking nervous and uneasy, delivering a final line in a long speech bubble: "You guys have a REALLY BAD attitude." The room around him is empty, implying his audience has turned hostile.
Votey: A hand-drawn panel of the same man now looking nervous and uneasy, delivering a final line in a long speech bubble: "You guys have a REALLY BAD attitude." The room around him is empty, implying his audience has turned hostile.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.