SOFREP Saturday Cartoon: War-Zone Chic, Now in the Capital
When the nation’s capital needs Kevlar to feel safe, call it what it is—a war zone with better press passes.
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When the nation’s capital needs Kevlar to feel safe, call it what it is—a war zone with better press passes.
The Grim Reaper leaned on his scythe, watching the so-called peace talks take shape, like a bartender who knows last call might finally be coming.
When the ghost of Hitler starts sounding like the only guy in the room with historical perspective, you know the circus has pitched its tent in City Hall.
When the shell crates are empty and NATO’s still circling the bureaucracy drain, you improvise with whatever’s sticky, stinks, and might make a Russian grunt rethink his life choices.
Today’s cartoon slices through the fog of modern warfare like a B-2 through Tehran’s airspace—exposing a Pentagon flex and a press corps too bored, buzzed, or clueless to notice the smoke.
Iran’s generals are dropping faster than bar tabs at a Navy port call, and even the Devil’s starting to lose track.
Bob Lang’s cartoon is a bayonet-sharp jab at a culture where shouting over ceremony has become the new form of patriotism.
Putin’s war in Ukraine is starting to look less like a display of strength and more like a slow-motion replay of history’s costliest delusions.
SECDEF Hegseth’s move to slash 20% of general officer billets is a long-overdue effort to carve the fat off a top-heavy system that’s been waddling around unchecked for decades.
With a 20% pay raise in their pockets, junior enlisted members have transformed their humble ramen dinners into gourmet culinary experiences, proving that even a small financial boost can lead to big, noodle-based dreams in todays America.
Surviving 120-degree heat in full gear builds character—complaining about a 90-degree stroll to Starbucks builds hashtags.
A rewind of our monthly cartoon, brought to you by our very own George E. Hand IV.