Allegory /

Al Capp, my old neighbor created L’il Abner out of vitriol and bolus of sardonic revenge after WWII, exorcised as Ozark distantiation. Jester tricked to death.

Now, it’s the end age of aging; cartooning is flat out hot. Creating order within chaos. Be one with it.
I have an eye on jesters while I’m holding to their path, rescuing no one.