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Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Poor Spicey. Mocked mercilessly by Melissa McCarthy and then being asked to repeat, recycle and re-spin the same lies over and over  and over again. I don't actually pity him. He did, after all, sign up for this gig, which speaks volumes to his own moral compass or lack thereof. Oh well. So much for compassion. Have a nice week, Sean. Try explaining why your Boss, die Trumpler, decided not to lift a finger on our man Flynn even though he know a month ago that his national security advisor was illegally playing footsie with the Ruskies, assuring them that soon everything was going to be alright.

Needless to say, Sean, like the underarm deodorant, you stink, man.


Monday, January 23, 2017

So much for the crack efficiency of the private sector. As the NY Times pointed out this morning, The Donald has been so busy pitching paranoid fits that he's neglected to put his cabinet and White House staff together. I'm guessing that there's more to it than that. Since, even self-respecting right wingers are thinking twice on whether or not they would want to serve in the s#!t show that will be his administration, he's really having to scrape the bottom of the barrel to find anyone who's willing to jettison their sense of integrity and pitch in and join the Greatest Freak Show on Earth. The dregs he has been left with for major appointments are, with few exceptions, woefully inexperienced, unqualified and in some cases just a few bricks sort of a load (See Exhibit A: Betsy DeVos, explaining why there needs to be guns in schools).

Calling them B-team doesn't even do justice to these clowns and that's probably giving clowns a bad name; hence, this cartoon. Break out the cracker jacks and watch these crackers hijack our country. Yikes.


I had such the dilemma this past weekend: go down to DC and join the women's march or ink a couple of cartoons? I decided to hole up in my study and do the 'toons while my wife joined a half million plus folks to send a message to the "super callous fragile sexist racist Nazi POTUS " - I can't take credit for that - a friend saw it on one of the signs someone in the march was carrying. Anyway, this 'toon was just too obvious and a probably even a bit gratuitous but hey, I'm allowed one every now and a then. Enjoy.


Tuesday, January 17, 2017

All Tweet, No Action

Never let it be said that The Donald can't go any lower, as we saw with his attempt to cyber-bully, i.e., troll, John Lewis, a man who came within an inch of his life fighting for what he believed in. And what has The Donald done to make the world a better, more just place? Wait for it...

...still waiting?

...are you ready for it?

...here it is...

0.

You might think that it was being elected president of the United States gives The Donald free license to let any and all kinds of racist filth to spew from his pie hole, but it's really just another example of white entitlement, although having the power of the presidency tends to amplify it just a bit. And then his cowardly, soulless minion, Mike Pence, has the audacity to whitesplain The Donald's actions by saying that he has a right to defend himself. True, sir, but not with language that is beneath the office he will soon hold and that is certainly beneath anyone who hopes to serve in the public sector in any capacity. Pence ought to go back to Indiana, birthplace of the KKK, where he can live out his twisted. hate-filled mutation of Christianity, safely out of the corridors of power where he's likely to make even more people miserable.


Pussy Riot

After reading the NY Times piece on white women who voted For Trump, I had to ink this 'toon. I mean, seriously? You don't have to be a misogynistic Archie Bunker type to realize that these women have some serious issues. So let me get this straight, ladies. You're standin' by your man just so he can actualize the racist, xenophobic crap that has been rotting for however long inside your pea-sized brain? I encourage y'all to read this article, because you cannot make this up.

I'm going to stop before I say something I'm going to regret, and I guess it's only reasonable that women have every right to be idiots as much as men, but really? This is how much you respect yourself? You support this man who made no bones about his sexual predatory proclivities? Well, good luck with all that...like the political scientists say: you deserve the sexual predator you elect.

So I guess it's only fair that Trump get a taste of his own medicine, and who better to administer it than his man crush boo-sky, Vladimir Putin. Barring that, I wouldn't be surprised if The Donald asks Melania to dress up as Putin and then commit unspeakable acts. I mean that's what she was paid to do in the past, right? Isn't that how she put herself through university to get the degree she never actually earned? Oh, Lord, there I went ahead and did it...but I can't say that I really regret it.

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

No...You're the Puppet

Happy New Year...I guess.

So, where to start? It turns out that our sexual predator-elect has got a real man crush on Vlady Putin. It would be endearing if it weren't so dangerous, since one of these two bromance partners wants to turn the world inside out and rule it with an iron fist, and the other one...wants to turn the world inside out and rule it with an iron fist.

Okay, let me try again. We'll clearly never be able to go beyond suspicion and innuendo about what's really behind Trump's warped infatuation with Putin and his little big man authoritarian governing style until the Donald releases his tax returns. Unfortunately, with the Replutocrats in power there are no real checks and no one with any real authority willing to use them to exact some accountability for this shameless trampling of political norms.

So unless the Democratic Party decides to unshackle itself from its own unsavory relationship with the country's financial elite, show some intestinal fortitude and reclaim its mantle as the protector of the vulnerable and marginalized, I'm afraid we're in for at least a four-year slide into becoming Banana Republic with Putin as the Banana-in-Chief and Trump as the chief banana picker, packer...or whatever.


Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Our new Grabber-In-Chief



I'm baaaaaaaaaack...I know, I know, I know. It's been way too long, and with so much great material out there for political cartoons...what the heck was I thinking? Well, what I'm thinking is that I'm now in need of breaking out of my sense of denial. Die Trumper is now our new president, and the rich and powerful are all now appealing to us to give him a chance to prove that he can be a real uniter, someone who will heal the wounds he inflicted during his hate-filled presidential campaign. That might be a bit difficult given his natural proclivities to, among other things, prey on women, verbally body slam anyone with a dissenting opinion, and reinforce just about every vicious racial, ethnic and religious stereotype about anyone who doesn't look like him.

For those who voted for him with all the best intentions - as in we need change and need to throw out the political elites who have taken us all for granted - all I can say is you're in for a rude awakening. You've been had, duped, conned, bamboozled. Now you'll have four years worth of opportunities to get that change you said you really wanted, because this man has always always been and will always be about satisfying his bottomless pit of self-seeking, narcissistic gratification. So, let's roll up our sleeves and get to work. Meanwhile, you're all always welcome here to have a laugh.