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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