Cartoon of the month

This cartoon, fresh off the drawing board five minutes ago will walk you through its history, live as like TruTV, tomorrow it will go ( hard USPS mailed ) to The New Yorker Magazine, along with about 7 other "gems", that in my opinion, "belong" in the magazine, especially this one , I am mailing it to the three editors "shot-gunned" to make sure all three see it at the same time . . I've been doing this for about six months now . . as an experiment . . . I'm sure by now one of the three have bumped into one another by the water fountain or at lunch perhaps or when just small-talking about cartoon submissions, by now one of them has probably said something like:  " You know that poor bastard Delgado keeps sending me his work . . He just DOESN'T get it . . actually, though, SOME of his stuff IS good for our magazine, but I'M not sure as hell gonna be the guy who'll TOUCH this guy's stuff . . The man is TOXIC . .  I'm AFRAID of this nut job . . "  There's no telling what will happen IF we bought one of his cartoons . .  You know, it's almost embarrassing to our profession . . . actually, we have NO valid reason that holds ANY water as to WHY we do not buy this guy's work . . thank God we can always say something like: " Sorry, Roy, you are a GOOD cartoonist, but your stuff isn't QUITE RIGHT for The New Yorker . . ( Man, can't you just let it go with that, then quit submitting, like everyone else and ride off into the sunset ?   Look, that doesn't mean you're a bad guy . . there AIN'T no good guys, ain't no bad guys, there's just you and me . . . how does that go ? 

Right about now, you are becoming a pain in the ass . . . Look, it's not the end of the world . . just quit sending . .  like all your buddies who HAVE quit sending and telling you, almost begging you too, to stop sending so you can be a loser too like the rest of us . . can't you see, it's rigged . . . THERE AIN"T GOING TO BE NO MILLION-MAN MARCH . . No, not THIS time . . . Enough, already, enough is enough . .  I don't want to hear one more time you've been rejected 20,000 times from The New Yorker . . NOBODY CARES . . He-L-LoW-W ?  Can't you get the DRIFT ?  H-M-M-N ?  That's it !