Carson

I'm so glad I don't have a television. I gave up TV around 2002 or so. I did have one when I lived in DUMBO, Brooklyn and the World Trade Center was bombed. Front row seats to see it live. I woke up after a deadline and saw it on the news. For confirmation I went outside and saw the towers burning for myself. I went back inside as I realized whatever was spewing out in the smoke probably wasn't healthy and told my wife and roommates to not open any of the windows until the smoke cleared. Soon after I saw the last 10 minutes of a "Survivor" episode while taking a break from a painting that was due the next day. I tapped out of TV soon after. It was the biggest waste of ten minutes of nothingness, half of which was annoying commercials.

I didn't know anything about Ben Carson as I walked in to the meeting at The Week offices. Oh I'd heard his name, I knew he was running for president for the GOP, but that was about it. The editors and art director began telling me what they wanted me to do for the cover. They gave me the main facts of what was going on... I thought to myself, I'm so glad I don't own a television.

Below, my under drawing. They asked that the Trump Caesar be smaller in the final.