
I did this drawing of the President for the cover of an invitation to a gallery show of my work a week after the election. If I had it to do all over again I would have drawn teleprompters instead of tablets.

The little tyrant almost departed this mortal coil last year. The "progressive" world finally exhaled when Fidel emerged from his sickbed clad in a reassuring Olympic sweatsuit- and ready for a fresh round of mall-walking. All that's missing is a mall. Damn that embargo!