Imagine if Hunter S Thompson really had been as mad as Doonesbury’s Uncle Duke (back in the glory days before he went straight). Imagine him in a mad future where ebola grenades are considered to be small arms, the weapon of choice is the colon gun (mild, spastic, prolapse), where people inject themselves with alien DNA as a fashion statement, and religions hold massive trade-fairs rather like Comicon. And his only ‘friends’ are a demonic mutant cat and a stripper / journalism student.
That is just the tip of the ice-berg. Our insane hero takes on the corrupt police and sees it as vindication when they give him a massive beating. He makes the President a gift that he will never forget. He subjects himself to watching television for a day so we don’t have to. And he (literally) assaults every religion in existence, carrying out his own weird re-enactment of Christ’s throwing the money-lenders out of the Temple, but this time in the name of reason.
It is totally insane and wonderful fun. And the drawing is magnificent, with all kinds of ludicrous details added, just to keep you guessing.