We’reThe lions are right. Without killing the gazelle, the population would become unsustainable (they love unprotected sex and having children out of wedlock).Eventually, they would eat all the crops and starve themselves to extinction. And I’ll be damned if my tax dollars go to supporting those lazy good for nothing gazelles.
Now let me exploit them until they bleed for me, literally.
Public schools gave me better opportunities.
Public schools gave billionaires thousands of literate workers with mathmatical thinking and ability to learn nearly anything on the job.
Tax the rich, they profit the most from it anyways.
I’ve gone on this rant before. The Circle of Life is an environmentalist death cult that rules the Pride Lands. The whole thing is further explored in the follow-up tv series.
It’s a planned economy enforced by a despotic dynasty. I mean, eating the antelopes is one thing, but forcing them to bow is a little much. But I guess that’s why it’s not called The Lion President.
When Scar took over he over-predated the herbivore community, which lead to plant overgrowth that choked the river upstream and destroyed downstream ecosystems. Mufasa and Simba knew that herbivores help maintain the landscape, so you can’t eat too many of them.
We’re seeing this in Russia where loss of grazing animals has damaged the permafrost and destroyed the steppe ecosystems. Reintroduction of grazers is helping to heal the landscape and resist global warming. The increased snow in summer reflects the sun’s light and counteracts the greenhouse effect.
I knew the art style looked like Oglaf!
Sounds familiar.
I couldn’t hear it at all
You must be fun at parties
Not really
Hehe ok, looks familiar?
Some people like starting from the butt.
that’s some grade a libertarian bullshit from a normally good comic
Every comic doesn’t need a disclaimer “THIS IS SARCASM”
The last panel is the antelope is thanking the Lion for eating it. The ruling class used education to make the workers thankful for being killed by their rulers.
Is it though? Or is it a critique how the education system can be used to indoctrinate minorities into voting against their interests and perpetuating inequality?
together with the title “tax deductions” it communicates “this is what we do with taxes. tax=bad” which is grade A libertarian bullshit because it shows you don’t understand what taxes fund.
I always thought this comic was a criticism of tax deductions. In particular, the Lion’s Club, where rich people donate something like a park or to think tanks in order to get a tax deduction and have people look up to them for essentially doing nothing.
you really think parks do nothing?
Read again mate.
They’re arguing against Doing Good for Tax Dodging, not DOING GOOD THINGS
Do you really think that is what they said? Maybe go back and check again.
Edit: For reference, this is what it looks like when a comment is edited after the fact.
what, the comments they edited after I explained shit? nah, that’s not how shit works fam
I edited my comment above. As you can see, a pencil appears next to the upvote/downvote ration and the “x hours ago” timer resets.
You are lying. Their comments were not edited after you replied.
Edit: extra clarification just in case: I’m talking about parks build by The Lion’s Club specifically.
They’re usually really shitty parks in terrible locations.
One I remember was a small park far away from any neighborhood you could only get to by driving that was nothing but a big circle surrounding a man made pond with ducks, a fountain that after it broke was never repaired, a single bench, a few trees, and mowed grass. Oh and a cement parking lot that was 1/3 the size of the park, of course.
The bench had a plaque saying the park was donated by the Lion’s Club.
Before that it was a forest by the side of the road, so it definitely lost biodiversity. It was usually empty because, well, you had to drive the and it was far from most places people lived.
i mean, i’ve built two parks, not with Lion’s club. First one was a huge community effort in the big park downtown (we have concerts there every friday in the summer, got to be the first band to play that stage which is all i asked for, and it’s the location of the weekly farmer’s market year round, i didn’t just donate but actually built that one myself with about half of the community. when it burned down 20 years ago the whole community came out and did it again), second not quite as big but it’s widely recognized as the best and safest park in the wider region. right in the middle of the three most populous neighborhoods in our city and walking distance from the best tamale mama in the county.
I’ve done this personally. I’ve been a community leader for 20 years before my disability forced me to retire. it’s why i see your arguments as a little disingenuous.
Again, talking about Lion’s Club parks. They don’t take into account the community. I’m not saying parks themselves are bad, I’m saying the stuff Lion’s Club does is just got tax deductions, not because it’s necessarily good for the community. Same with donating to Think Tanks that are set up as charities but promote something specific they want to promote.
The Lion’s Club btw doesn’t go and literally builds a park btw, they just pay people to do it. I’m not sure what you don’t get about this. It’s not an attack on you, or parks. It’s about the rich doing things for the sake of tax deductions but framing it as for the community when really it’s about them paying less taxes. Which is what the comic is about. Building a school by itself seems like a good act, right? But the school the Lions built isn’t actually useful, and just misguides the Gazelles into thinking it’s necessary for the Lion’s to eat them for their own good. Just like the park that was “donated” by the Lion’s Club I mentioned is not really being a useful park, nor a good park, because it’s far from where people live, not near any communities, and most of it is a shallow pond and parking lot.
Libertarian police
I was shooting heroin and reading “The Fountainhead” in the front seat of my privately owned police cruiser when a call came in. I put a quarter in the radio to activate it. It was the chief.
“Bad news, detective. We got a situation.”
“What? Is the mayor trying to ban trans fats again?”
“Worse. Somebody just stole four hundred and forty-seven million dollars’ worth of bitcoins.”
The heroin needle practically fell out of my arm. “What kind of monster would do something like that? Bitcoins are the ultimate currency: virtual, anonymous, stateless. They represent true economic freedom, not subject to arbitrary manipulation by any government. Do we have any leads?”
“Not yet. But mark my words: we’re going to figure out who did this and we’re going to take them down … provided someone pays us a fair market rate to do so.”
“Easy, chief,” I said. “Any rate the market offers is, by definition, fair.”
He laughed. “That’s why you’re the best I got, Lisowski. Now you get out there and find those bitcoins.”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m on it.”
I put a quarter in the siren. Ten minutes later, I was on the scene. It was a normal office building, strangled on all sides by public sidewalks. I hopped over them and went inside.
“Home Depot™ Presents the Police!®” I said, flashing my badge and my gun and a small picture of Ron Paul. “Nobody move unless you want to!” They didn’t.
“Now, which one of you punks is going to pay me to investigate this crime?” No one spoke up.
“Come on,” I said. “Don’t you all understand that the protection of private property is the foundation of all personal liberty?”
It didn’t seem like they did.
“Seriously, guys. Without a strong economic motivator, I’m just going to stand here and not solve this case. Cash is fine, but I prefer being paid in gold bullion or autographed Penn Jillette posters.”
Nothing. These people were stonewalling me. It almost seemed like they didn’t care that a fortune in computer money invented to buy drugs was missing.
I figured I could wait them out. I lit several cigarettes indoors. A pregnant lady coughed, and I told her that secondhand smoke is a myth. Just then, a man in glasses made a break for it.
“Subway™ Eat Fresh and Freeze, Scumbag!®” I yelled.
Too late. He was already out the front door. I went after him.
“Stop right there!” I yelled as I ran. He was faster than me because I always try to avoid stepping on public sidewalks. Our country needs a private-sidewalk voucher system, but, thanks to the incestuous interplay between our corrupt federal government and the public-sidewalk lobby, it will never happen.
I was losing him. “Listen, I’ll pay you to stop!” I yelled. “What would you consider an appropriate price point for stopping? I’ll offer you a thirteenth of an ounce of gold and a gently worn ‘Bob Barr ‘08’ extra-large long-sleeved men’s T-shirt!”
He turned. In his hand was a revolver that the Constitution said he had every right to own. He fired at me and missed. I pulled my own gun, put a quarter in it, and fired back. The bullet lodged in a U.S.P.S. mailbox less than a foot from his head. I shot the mailbox again, on purpose.
“All right, all right!” the man yelled, throwing down his weapon. “I give up, cop! I confess: I took the bitcoins.”
“Why’d you do it?” I asked, as I slapped a pair of Oikos™ Greek Yogurt Presents Handcuffs® on the guy.
“Because I was afraid.”
“Afraid?”
“Afraid of an economic future free from the pernicious meddling of central bankers,” he said. “I’m a central banker.”
I wanted to coldcock the guy. Years ago, a central banker killed my partner. Instead, I shook my head.
“Let this be a message to all your central-banker friends out on the street,” I said. “No matter how many bitcoins you steal, you’ll never take away the dream of an open society based on the principles of personal and economic freedom.”
He nodded, because he knew I was right. Then he swiped his credit card to pay me.
