Is that it? Just one? But it's Sunday. Sunday is the day I have to plan out extra time to find them all. Oh well, I can go to bed early tonight.
Prickly City by Scott Stantis
Allegory is hard to do. And it almost always comes out goofy. In this instance, Stantis undermines his own point.
Yes, the humble flower (of democracy) blooms in the desert--but only after the little girl is convinced by the fiendish liberal wolf-thing to abandon it. Wouldn't the proper conservative metaphor have shown the benevolent, conservative angel carefully tending the flower until it bloomed? All I can say is, if you are going to go the Johnny Hart route of righteous elucidation, think your metaphors through.