First thought: But that expression doesn’t refer to your actual hands, but a metaphorical hand of cards. (Presumably the same cards you either hold close to your chest or lay on the table. And definitely the ones you have to play because they’re the ones you were dealt.)
Second thought: But a hand of cards is so-called because you hold them in your hand. HT would hold them in his paw, so the metaphor checks out.
We don’t know what he was planning there, because the reality blindness hit before it was done. Given that they knew full well that H.T. was planning to subvert the government there if the nonhumans were given the vote, it would be incredibly stupid for them to help him with that. But maybe that was what he was doing; the writing is particularly poor whenever H.T. appears.
He’s blind to the reality….I have a friend who supports Orange Maggotry.
I FEAR for him if/when our side actually wins, tries his ideal, and finds him guilty.
That will BREAK that friend.Other than fearing for my old Bud, hang ALL of the rest of them.
Many people who support the Orange Maggotry have friends and family who do not. I think most of these folks’ friends and family would not support hanging those they care about, even when they do not agree.
I am always appalled that 1) people assume that everyone in any part of the internet is on the same side politically, and 2) that people casually contemplate genocide against their political opponents. To be a bit cliche, this is how we got the orange man.
Yes, fantasising about hanging your political opponents supporters (not just the politicians, but the people who voted for them too!) is a surefire way to convince everyone that you’re the good guys.
Those of us who have know the joy of a fresh baked bagel, know your pain…
But you too could show up at 5 am at Western Bagel’s factory store in Van Nuys and buy they straight off the cooling racks like a civilized human being.
Though doubtless unintentional, I can see where H.T., at a homeless nadir, would shed a tear for the kindness. Then feel abused, betrayed and insulted by the shattering reality of barren bagels!
I mean, imagine how Unity would react to an empty sandwich…
From that time with Leo’s comics,
Through Alaska snow we thought about
You, Skin-Horse.
Right now, straight away,
‘Cause we know some way, you’ll stop us.
You, Skin-Horse.
And who makes us feel like
When our evil plans fall through?
You, Skin-Horse, no one but you, Skin-Horse, nobody but you.
You, Skin-Horse, no one but you, Skin-Horse, nobody but you.
They say victory’s sweet,
But we just can’t defeat
You, Skin-Horse.
You stop everything we want
And we’re down on our knees, what
You do, Skin-Horse.
And who perceives all my wildest dreams?
And my craziest schemes won’t come true.
You, Skin-Horse, no one but you, Skin-Horse, nobody but you.
You, Skin-Horse, no one but you, Skin-Horse, nobody but you.
A little swamp of cypress
Subsuming all our souls.
And with a touch of ego,
We’re now the greatest thing you’ll ever know.
You, Skin-Horse, no one but you, Skin-Horse, nobody but you.
You, Skin-Horse, no one but you, Skin-Horse, nobody but you…
—from “You Baby,” composer uncertain (Wikipedia says one thing, AZ Lyrics says another), but sung by the Turtles.
Oddly, it seems that H.T. and Mr. Green have more in common than they think – they both want to blame their problems on someone else. Sadly, Tip finds himself in the crossfire.
They’re also both extremists. H.T. would be all too happy to eliminate all humans (preferably as hors d’oeuvres), and Mr. Green wants to eliminate all non-humans.
How exactly is this supposed to work, anyway? In the mirror universe, the biomass could assimilate people because it absorbed Unity, and was a blend of the Cypress with her nanites. In this universe though, Unity remains unassimilated, and absorbing living minds was never something that the Cypress was shown to do.
Collective or not, just one paw?
Oh, come now… you know he’s just paraphrasing the term “forced our hand”.
First thought: But that expression doesn’t refer to your actual hands, but a metaphorical hand of cards. (Presumably the same cards you either hold close to your chest or lay on the table. And definitely the ones you have to play because they’re the ones you were dealt.)
Second thought: But a hand of cards is so-called because you hold them in your hand. HT would hold them in his paw, so the metaphor checks out.
I pedant my own pedantry.
No it doesn’t. It means that one was forced to act, as in to use one’s hand.
Wait, Skinhorse interfered in Vermot elections? I’m assuming he’s blamming them for the reality blindness for when he was in human politics.
Didn’t Tip give a speech in the Perfect Suit to sway the government vote over to the pro- nonhuman rights side?
We don’t know what he was planning there, because the reality blindness hit before it was done. Given that they knew full well that H.T. was planning to subvert the government there if the nonhumans were given the vote, it would be incredibly stupid for them to help him with that. But maybe that was what he was doing; the writing is particularly poor whenever H.T. appears.
He’s blind to the reality….I have a friend who supports Orange Maggotry.
I FEAR for him if/when our side actually wins, tries his ideal, and finds him guilty.
That will BREAK that friend.Other than fearing for my old Bud, hang ALL of the rest of them.
That’s nice. Have a bagel and some tea. Tea helps.
Many people who support the Orange Maggotry have friends and family who do not. I think most of these folks’ friends and family would not support hanging those they care about, even when they do not agree.
I am always appalled that 1) people assume that everyone in any part of the internet is on the same side politically, and 2) that people casually contemplate genocide against their political opponents. To be a bit cliche, this is how we got the orange man.
We had a choice… Boss Hogg or Cruella DeVille. We chose wisely, and unless someone better shows up, we’re keeping Boss.
We didn’t, I hope we’re not, and I’m sure everyone can find better places for this conversation than a webcomic comments section.
For the record, “Cruella” wouldn’t have been dumb enough to fire the pandemics team.
You mean the re-org?
Yes, fantasising about hanging your political opponents supporters (not just the politicians, but the people who voted for them too!) is a surefire way to convince everyone that you’re the good guys.
Bagels can get even staler?
Oh man you do not know from stale til you’ve had a stale bagel!
Those of us who have know the joy of a fresh baked bagel, know your pain…
But you too could show up at 5 am at Western Bagel’s factory store in Van Nuys and buy they straight off the cooling racks like a civilized human being.
Oh HELL yes! I **love** a fresh Western Bagel cheese bagel!
It sounds like you’ve never had a proper bagel, it you think of bagels as already being somewhat stale ordinarily.
Without exception, they’ve all been like failed doughnuts, stuffed with heavy, unpleasant dough like you might expect in a really bad soft pretzel.
Though doubtless unintentional, I can see where H.T., at a homeless nadir, would shed a tear for the kindness. Then feel abused, betrayed and insulted by the shattering reality of barren bagels!
I mean, imagine how Unity would react to an empty sandwich…
I am going to ship HT and Tip for the rest of this comic.
Come on now, HT. Tell him he’s a very good boy. ;D
“They weren’t stale when we brought them to you!”
I’m disappointed. I liked H.T. as a villian, and now we begin his end… as inglorious fertilizer.
Getting some “Green Thoughts” by John Collier vibes here.
From that time with Leo’s comics,
Through Alaska snow we thought about
You, Skin-Horse.
Right now, straight away,
‘Cause we know some way, you’ll stop us.
You, Skin-Horse.
And who makes us feel like
When our evil plans fall through?
You, Skin-Horse, no one but you, Skin-Horse, nobody but you.
You, Skin-Horse, no one but you, Skin-Horse, nobody but you.
They say victory’s sweet,
But we just can’t defeat
You, Skin-Horse.
You stop everything we want
And we’re down on our knees, what
You do, Skin-Horse.
And who perceives all my wildest dreams?
And my craziest schemes won’t come true.
You, Skin-Horse, no one but you, Skin-Horse, nobody but you.
You, Skin-Horse, no one but you, Skin-Horse, nobody but you.
A little swamp of cypress
Subsuming all our souls.
And with a touch of ego,
We’re now the greatest thing you’ll ever know.
You, Skin-Horse, no one but you, Skin-Horse, nobody but you.
You, Skin-Horse, no one but you, Skin-Horse, nobody but you…
—from “You Baby,” composer uncertain (Wikipedia says one thing, AZ Lyrics says another), but sung by the Turtles.
Oddly, it seems that H.T. and Mr. Green have more in common than they think – they both want to blame their problems on someone else. Sadly, Tip finds himself in the crossfire.
They’re also both extremists. H.T. would be all too happy to eliminate all humans (preferably as hors d’oeuvres), and Mr. Green wants to eliminate all non-humans.
If H. T. eliminated all humans, what would he have for dinner?
…very stale bagels.
Applause!^
How exactly is this supposed to work, anyway? In the mirror universe, the biomass could assimilate people because it absorbed Unity, and was a blend of the Cypress with her nanites. In this universe though, Unity remains unassimilated, and absorbing living minds was never something that the Cypress was shown to do.
How did it kick out Unity though?