In New Delhi, India, Carino interviewed activist Shibayan Raha, who was arrested in 2007 for attempting to self-immolate, and visited the refugee settlement Majnu Ka Tilla to see why so many Tibetans seem willing to die for their homeland.

“The fact is that self-immolation now transcends Tibet and protesting monks,” Carino says.  “Everyday exiled citizens in the diaspora feel so anguished and frustrated with the Chinese process that they are willing to sacrifice their lives for the cause. Meanwhile, Tibetan settlements serve to truly support the welfare of Tibetans born in India and preserve their culture.”

“Tibet’s Sacrifice” blends numerous multimedia aspects, including navigation, an audio/visual slide slow, and outside links to supplemental material. You can use the multimedia navigation with the latest Chrome, Safari or Firefox browser. Otherwise, you’ll be presented with the comic as a static page.

According to the census, non-white births now outnumber white births, which, despite being predicted for decades, is upsetting to racist ass racists. Here’s what some of them had to say about the matter.

It is not a good thing.
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The NY Times liberals seek to destroy the American family of the 1950s, as symbolized by Ozzie and Harriet. The TV characters were happy, self-sufficient, autonomous, law-abiding, honorable, patriotic, hard-working, and otherwise embodied qualities that made America great. In other words, the show promoted values that NY Times liberals despise.

Literally: “an ideal fantasy word created for television and advertising is going away and that upsets us.” Also, there is nothing “hard-working” about immigrants, as evidence by no restaurants existing and the complete lack of tomatoes available for your salad.

It will be interesting in coming decades to see how white people react to this shift. By interesting I mean “great cartoon fodder.” No doubt white supremacists like Pat Buchanan will complain loudly and often as they become increasingly outnumbered and irrelevant, finally relegated to oddball entertainment instead of being a political and cultural force to be feared. See ya later, old bigots!

Update: SOLD.

Update: SOLD

The 28-year-old Bors was thus a bit surprised this year, and occasionally nonplussed, when he won the Herblock Prize for “excellence in editorial cartooning,” was a finalist (with Oregonian newspaper staffer Jack Ohman) for the Pulitzer Prize, and received a Society of Professional Journalists’ Sigma Delta Chi Award.

Jesus Christ, Matt, when did you fucking sell out?

Read the rest.

If the definition of journalism we casually came up with when I went with Matt Bors to talk to a graduate class at my alma mater holds true—if journalism is “telling other people’s stories”—then movement journalism is more journalism than what wanky analytic pundits at the Washington Post or the New York Times do, because they are telling the story of statistics and numbers and how smart they are, and I am trying to tell the story of people, who work and struggle and fail and succeed and sometimes just come together to dance.

So Mitt Romney is a bigger jerk face than you thought just last week. Trying to break through his image as wooden technocrat, his wife and campaign started reminiscing about his wild, fun, and prank-filled youth. Turns out “pranks” means pretty jerky behavior–assault in the one case–and he ends up looking like a mean-spirited, entitled rich kid who thinks others are beneath him. Fast forward to “I like being able to fire people.”

I don’t like to forever hold people accountable for things they did in high school. Bullies can be forgiven… if they seek it. Romney’s reaction–his lie–about not recalling the incident was a missed opportunity to just be a human being owning up to something they did wrong. Instead he’s a jerk face.

Note that the Charles Atlas photo is taken directly from the famous ad and no Photoshop doctoring has been done. That’s not Mitt’s head on there!

As a bonus, here’s a sketch I did that was going to be a parody of right-wing cartoons but then I switched ideas at the last minute.

I saw it in the Dulles airport last week with a white piece of paper covering the offending feeding. Immediately next to it sat the latest Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue, a woman’s glistening rack suspended by two small triangles of fabric, just as evolution purposed them. We sure are weird about lady parts.

Men can’t process the cover properly. Boobs belong to them. Women feel put on the defensive for not being, as the cover charges, “mom enough.” And parents with Opinions About How To Raise Children–a defensive bunch–are set off. I love it. The mom on the cover might fit into that last group, by the way. The story isn’t even about breast-feeding, it’s about attachment parenting, but who cares? It’s about what we say it’s about and it’s about breast-feeding and whether this kid should be on a magazine cover doing that and whether it’s OK to see boobs.

It’s OK to see boobs.

Attachment parents are a little much for me. So are these damn Tiger Moms doling out motivational insults. But so are detachment parents, which is sort of the default for a lot kids raised by parents who are passing down their own parent’s problems. Point being, parents can be the worst ever. They dictate our lives from birth and since they found Facebook there’s no respite from their neediness. We are their boobs. Don’t comment on this post, mom. Get stuck with an attachment hippie parent and you could be drinking healthy breast milk for a few years. Which isn’t so bad, really. (Just make sure they get you vaccinated.)

The World Health Organization recommends two years for breast feeding, the first six months of it exclusive, meaning no water. The overwhelming majority of American moms choose not to do this. It’s draining (ha!) and most women (and their partners) want their boobs back from little people as soon as they can. So it’s not as if our cultural norm for breast-feeding is anywhere close to what it probably should be.

I should mention here that I don’t have kids. Or boobs. Carry on with your parenting. Do with your boobs as you will. We’re just talking.

But I do know women who have nursed children for years and have no problem lifting out a tit in public (eyes up, Matt!) and while I can’t imagine doing that myself, it’s not really that weird. People–mostly men–have trouble separating mammalian protuberances from their intended purpose of feeding their children. Though you could argue they also serve the purpose of attracting mates. (Dual purpose! Woo!) But as weird as it can seem, I’ve never heard of a case where a kid was permanently messed up from breast-feeding for a few years.

People are wondering if it’s wise for this boy to show up on the cover of a national magazine like this, essentially forced by his hippy-dippy mom, who will be a lithe 37 or so by the time his high school chums are making jokes about wanting a sip. It was my first thought too. But then I realized that whole “What About The Children?!” thing is what overbearing parents who annoy me do. I’m no Mitt Romney when it comes to bullying, but I think this kid will live. If anyone deserves blame it’s TIME for being so sensational and pitting parents against each other. Maybe any teasing he gets will cause him to reflect on this episode and inspire him to become a discerning, non-douchey dad. Or maybe it will motivate him to develop the best baby formula ever, so no kid has to go through this again.

It’ll be better than boob juice. Something for the haters to suck on.

Garry Trudeau gave the night’s lecture, which is available online as well. Michal Cavna of the Post interviewed me before the reception, the results of which are up on his blog.

I also wanted to do something here I neglected in the speech – give a shout out to my colleague Jen Sorensen, who was the finalist. So shout out to Jen!