One time a friend suggested getting a tattoo of a really cliche New Yorker cartoon panel near a *achem* personal area. The idea was to make it as quintessential as possible (for a goof!): something like two pigs with top hats in a bar, toasting each other with martinis.

While you hope that no one is actually pretentious/ironic enough to actually get this done, the anecdote does serve to illustrate the point that New Yorker's cartoons are something of a cultural touchstone: you can identify the line drawings and drôle witticisms from a mile away.

So you know that when NYer's entire cartoon collection for this week's issue feature nothing except panel after panel about the Wall Street crisis, even cartoonists are feeling less than optimistic about the current economic shitstorm.

Herewith, some Wall Street fist bumps: