What? I don't see anything inappropriate about that...HAR HAR HAR!!!
When I was a kid we all put swastikas on our books. This would have been in early junior high, when we were pretty much apolitical and only had rudimentary conceptualizations of the holocaust. That was all ancient history to us, and we didn't care about it - we did it because it made the adults lose their shit. As a young man I just loved off-colour jokes and watching the bed wetters come unglued. I became something of a cartoonist and often got sent to the principal's office for my efforts.
Even when I went back to school in my 20's, I did it. I would often draw on my desk as the profs and instructors prattled up front. Often they were well done but often obscene portraits of my classmates and teachers doing unspeakable things to each other, and often farm animals were involved. At night the janitors would go through and clean all the desks and wipe them down - but mine was always left alone as long as possible. Eventually the janitors were forced at gun point to clean them off - and I would just start again with a clean slate. My class mates were pigs that loved offensive content too, and some were prigs that got offended. One day I saw a desk with a message sloppily painted with white-out fluid:
FILTHIE SUCKS CACK
I was furious. I knew Delldo did it, and I was incensed at the lack of effort he put into it. A grabbed one of my laughing classmates, beat him up and got his red pen... and gave Delldo a great big, fat F- for his uninspiring work.
After school we all disbanded and went our separate ways. For awhile I would send friends some rude caricatures of themselves through the mail and they loved them... but eventually time and distance did its thing and I lost track of them. I ran across Delldo a couple years back, he's as fat as I am with three kids. We talked for a bit, he's doing alright... but we weren't young men anymore and we were both different people. Stu The Jew got on with an analytical instrumentation company and now he looks like one of those high power corporate power brokers - with a suit, a full head a hair and all immaculately groomed. I would envy him but I know what goes along with jobs like that. I don't need the ulcers or blood pressure problems.
Today I couldn't draw a picture to save my life, and if I could my preferred subject matter would probably get me arrested by some pisser or moaner who wants us all to live in a world where everything is offensive and humour is forbidden. As an old fart I look around and I see everything falling apart. The box office can't draw people into the movies anymore. Newspapers can't sell subscriptions. Our music is composed and written for thugs and niggers, and but ugly women get raped by politically incorrect cartoons.
Maybe things are better this way, I would hate to be an artist or an intellectual in today's day and times where anything other than dreary mediocrity is a sin.