That would be about the year of 1990 of Our Lord Nyarlathotep, from the guy who thought that Bill Clinton was the son of Adolf Schicklgruber and Satan Himself, no less. ...I mean, he wasn't that wrong, though it is more a case of a broken clock shewing correct time twice a day, than anything else - BUT I DIGRESS.
The story itself was never finished, to my knowledge - but a thing by the same artist which is more on-theme with this site (and the only other folio of the man in my possession) is here.