Sunday, March 02, 2025

"That Eggscalated Quickly" Funnies


As we've come to expect, today is a new day. Who wants fresh hell for breakfast?
Hard boiled or over easy?
How about: "took the fight to the grocery store"?


Maybe the Democrats can finally recruit some MAGA.
Yes there will be a fifty-cent surcharge per egg, whether you're eating or throwing.

Damned Russian disinfo again. Did someone say 'Oval Office smackdown'?
The sketch played it only slightly more absurd than the real Oval Office shoutfest.

As Zelensky tried to get a word in, Trump and Vance attacked him for not being sufficiently deferential. Some of the lines were similar to the ones that Trump actually used on Friday.

“You say you want to end this war, but frankly, you don’t have the cards. Okay? I have the cards, all right? I have Skip. I have Draw Four. I have Reverse. I have Get Out of Jail Free. The Supreme Court gave me that one.”

Think I won't watch the Oscars either.
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Sunday, February 23, 2025

DOGE Style Funnies

SFW for those who still have jobs. How about a nice game of ...?

Some of us will be getting free assistance with our taxes this year, whether we want it or don't. Laying off IRS employees at the start of tax season and threatening to abolish the department makes it seem entirely plausible to this observer that someone's blowing a DOGEwhistle to the MAGA faithful to not even bother filing. At all. Who'll know? Who cares? Another way of drowning the fed in the bathtub, so to speak. What do you think?


Yes, Elon is not only an illegal immigrant, he's a DEI hire. No wonder he's full of self-loathing. As for his assorted psychopathies, both passive and aggressive ... well, I hope you're not flying anywhere anytime soon.


There was one forced retirement every one of us could celebrate.


King Donald The Deal Artist did have a few glaring moments of unclarity this past week. It's probably all those microplastics in his brain (and testicles).
Are we certain those two astronauts stuck in space really want to come home? Given the conditions on the ground, maybe they're just dipping their Lyfts.
At the present time, in a galaxy closer than you think, it appears the Resistance is ... not.


First Dog outlines a threat that has nothing to do with CSI or DEI or GOP but is actually real and dangerous and scary and unlikely to happen, but a whole lot likelier than you hitting the lottery.

The first asteroid is due in 2032 and if Trump is still our Fearless Leader, I’ll be out there with a pair of flashlights guiding it in.

However it isn’t all that likely to hit us and even if it does, it won’t wipe us out but there’s an excellent chance we’ll dither instead of taking action, which is how we’ll also handle the Big One, which will hit when I’m 232 years old and according to Elon, still collecting Social Security.


The Dallas Morning News dropped the Sunday Doonesbury comic because it's been very unfair to Trump. Seriously. And The New Yorker celebrates its 100th.
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Sunday, February 16, 2025

Presidents Day Weekend Funnies


We're still celebrating Valentine's around the Diddie abode.
Apparently others elsewhere (though not everybody everywhere).


Some have concerns that just cannot be assuaged by a holiday festival of love.


Yes, without question we -- collectively; all of us -- have serious problems.

Some of us need to pull our heads out.

Or is it just a matter of riding out the storm?
*ahem*

Clay Jones' take on the Oval scene was ... nasally. I'm compelled to liberally use the ellipsis.

As you already know, Elon Musk staged a photo-op in the Oval Office a few days ago ... But the star of the show wasn’t Trump or Elon, but Elon’s son, X Æ A-Xii. Yes, that is his name and NOT ingredients listed on the side of a cereal box ... Already at the age of four, he’s becoming like his father, another entitled trust fund baby with White privilege. He’s so entitled that he put his boogers on the Resolute Desk. We’re not entirely sure what (Little X) said, and many people who’ve watched the tape are hearing what they want to hear. But reportedly, while his father was speaking, Little X leaned closer to the president and told him, “You’re not the president, and you need to go away.” At one point during the event, Little X was on his father’s shoulders and stuck his tiny booger fingers into Elon’s ears. You can use your own, hopefully, booger-free ears to listen for yourself.

Some believe X also told Trump, “I want you to shush your mouth.” Can you hear it?

Before Trump got dissed by Booger Boy he praised him, saying, “This is X, and he’s a great guy. High IQ. He’s a high IQ individual,” and maybe Trump’s right, although one doesn’t need a high IQ to recognize that Trump needs to shush his mouth and go away. The people who don’t know that are the idiots who voted for him. A four-year-old booger picker can see it, why can’t you?
Let's wrap with some Black history, and an obit of one of my idols.
Keef does himself no favors with this toon. Sojourner Truth, speaking at the Women’s Rights Convention in 1851 at the Old Stone Church in Akron, Ohio:

Well children, where there is so much racket there must be something out of kilter. I think that 'twixt the Negroes of the South and the women at the North all talking about rights, the white men will be in a fix pretty soon. But what's all this here talking about?

That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain't I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted and gathered into barns, and no man could head me! And ain't I a woman? I could work as much and eat as much as a man -- when I could get it -- and bear the lash as well! And ain't I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother's grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain't I a woman?

Then they talk about this thing in the head; what's this they call it? (a member of audience calls out: "intellect") That's it, honey. What's that got to do with women's rights or Negroes' rights? If my cup won't hold but a pint, and yours holds a quart, wouldn't you be mean not to let me have my little half measure full?

Then that little man in black there, he says women can't have as much rights as men 'cause Christ wasn't a woman! Where did your Christ come from? Where did your Christ come from? From God and a woman! Man had nothing to do with Him.

If the first woman God ever made was strong enough to turn the world upside down all alone, these women together ought to be able to turn it back and get it right side up again! And now they is asking to do it, the men better let them.

Obliged to you for hearing me, and now old Sojourner ain't got nothing more to say.

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Sunday, February 09, 2025

Sunday Gaz-a-Lago Funnies


The story so far:
Never fear! The opposition forces are ... *ahem*
Meanwhile the real estate developers plan their next venture.

I did like 'Gaza Largo' better as a title for these toons...

... but 'largo' means long, not large, and anyway fat-shaming is woke, which is to say out as an insult from the left. Not for a lotta shitliberal cartoonists tho.
However much one can laugh at and joke about ethnic cleansing, the overt psychopathy and narcissism does lend itself to mockery.

T-Pain isn't the only chaos agent running loose, as we know.

A light at the end of this not-quite-a-month-long tunnel might still be the train that we're tied to the tracks in front of. Personally I remain more expectant -- than simply hopeful -- of a derailment.
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Sunday, February 02, 2025

Sunday SuperTrump Funnies


Faster than a speeding executive order!  More powerful than an evenly divided Congress!  Able to leap tall bureaucrats in a single bound!

Look!  Up in the sky!  It's bird flu!  It's a plane crash!

But will inflation be SuperTrump's Kryptonite?
Or might it be the tax tariffs on our enemies and continental allies?
The New Democrats had better hope something takes down Trumpzilla, because their first moves post-Wallop '24 are ... well, pretty much the same as the old ones.  And we can all see where that's landed us.  News item:
Could that poll really be accurate?  It's a few weeks old, and Team Jackass just elected a white dude who can apparently distinguish between good billionaires and bad, so maybe they're feeling better about themselves this morning.
Also.  Seriously.
Comforter in Chief is Job One, and the work doesn't schedule an appointment.
The case against Bobby Junior is -- I expect -- too much for him to overcome.  I'll update here to see how well this prediction ages.
Regarding DEI: TrumpWorld cannot abide a no trump world.  (Me efforting to be clever may be obtuse for non-bridge players.)  Still, I don't expect to be arrested -- just yet -- for celebrating Black History Month this February.
Organizing is hard work, for Donks and leftists alike.

But the alternative, as they say ...
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Sunday, January 26, 2025

Sunday "Gish Gallop" Funnies

From Wikipedia: The Gish Gallop is a rhetorical technique in which a person in a debate attempts to overwhelm an opponent by presenting an excessive number of arguments, without regard for their accuracy or strength, with a rapidity that makes it impossible for the opponent to address them in the time available. Each point raised by the Gish Galloper takes considerably longer to refute than to assert. The technique wastes an opponent’s time and may cast doubt on the opponent’s debating ability for an audience unfamiliar with the technique, especially if no independent fact-checking is involved, or if the audience has limited knowledge of the topics.

So ... the old throw-everything-against-the-wall-and-see-what-sticks gambit.

It was a week. Monday:
Tuesday was Snow Day along the Gulf of MEXICO coast, so we forgot our executive order cares for a few hours (those of us, that is, who aren't worried about paying a bill or keeping a roof over our head or efforting to miss La Migra).

Tuesday was also National Coming Out Day.

Yeah, things are going to get worse (and no, Kamala wouldn't be any better. For one thing, there'd be no ceasefire at the moment. Blaming Jill Stein again is just your class privilege screeching).

You see, Trump thinks the US runs on oil and gas. But we all know it actually runs on coffee -- and not Dunkin' or Starbucks -- because 82% of the unroasted coffee beans used in Our Country are imported from Central and South America. FAFO.

By Wednesday I had begun compartmentalizing the gloating, the whining, and the associated legacy media coverage so that I could get through the winter storm Enzo cabin fever.
They're both criminals who pardon their friends and family. One's been convicted.
Speaking of Rupert Murdoch, Ben Jennings notes that he got his ass handed to him again, having settled with The Harry Formerly Known as Prince in a pre-trial agreement that cost him a public apology for illegal phone tapping and other outrages, as well as an undisclosed eight-figure settlement ...
Brilliant cartoonist, author, and playwright Jules Feiffer passed away last Thursday, a little over a week before his 96th birthday.

Growing up, I mostly got to see his cartoons when I came across a copy of the Sunday Chicago Sun-Times, which ran his work in their newsmagazine supplement. It wasn’t the paper we got at home, but if I spotted one a neighbor had put out for recycling, I would salvage the magazine and clip out Feiffer’s cartoon.

Eventually, I found his books ...
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Sunday, January 19, 2025

"Inaugurate This" Toons

Please read Edith Pritchett's full eulogy of TikTok before Trump Tha God raises them from the dead tomorrow or the next day. (I thought the legend was three days, but whatever.)

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