Monday, June 16, 2025

Signs and Scenes from 'No Kings'


Back in the Aughts, when I was a Democrat, I participated happily in marches and protests like yesterday's. I went to Crawford and Camp Casey. In 2011 I marched in downtown Houston during the Occupy uprising. (I spoke with corporate media at both events but my remarks were left out of their reports.) I felt empowered and enthused by doing so. There was no social media at that time so we bloggers made the news happen, swelling our heads with our perceived influence.

We sincerely felt like we had the power to change the world. History reminds us we had little sway. Yesterday's events were cathartic for participants and most observers, but after twenty years of evidence, these actions not only don't move the needle but actually create an atmosphere for worsening the problems for which we demand redress.

George W. Bush bombed Iraq and got re-elected. Annise Parker had the cops sweep Occupy out of the Houston park because the Bayou City Art Festival was looming on the calendar. Texas Progressive Chode Kuffner is still posting how much he likes her. This is your latest clue that voting for Ds or Rs isn't solving anything. So if you got out in the heat and exercised your 1A rights yesterday, enjoy the feels, but if you saw Ukraine flags or signs like this one ...


... be clear about what happens next.


Point made, enjoy the views.


Update: Holy Bullies and Headless Monsters thinks Trump's birthday parade "could have used some drag queens".
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Sunday, June 15, 2025

"Raining on His Parade" Funnies

Was it just a week ago ...
That seemed like a big deal at the time, didn't it. Over the past seven days, several brand new shitshows blew up. With limited commentary from me and marginally in chronological order...

"I think Israel has enough problems without kidnapping Greta Thunberg." -- Trump

He meant that sarcastically, but he stumbled right into the truth.
When Padilla interrupted Noem during her press conference to try to ask a question, the DHS secretary had just said that her agents were in Los Angeles "to liberate this city from the socialist and the burdensome leadership that this governor and this mayor have placed on this country."

Might collate some No Kings protest photos and signs later if I feel like it.
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Sunday, June 08, 2025

Everybody's Fighting Funnies

Ohhh myyy, what a week.

I thought I was going to have to do another Dumbocrats post, But Lonnie and Donnie's Smackdown came to my rescue. All the Blue crew who said they saw it coming ... no they d'int. Not like this. All the MAGA who called it kayfabe ... you're full of it, too. So the blast radius expanded, the Earth was scorched, but the fallout will last for -- well, probably a few days before Trump drops another nuke, figuratively or Gawd forbid literally.


Seriously; there are considerably more important topics troubling the nation and the planet than whether or not two billionaire egomaniacs have reconcilable differences or don't.
But fight amongst themselves some must, and I'm just here to document the atrocities.
If I were a Texas Democrat, I would hope that they can find someone other than Olivia Julianna to advise their candidates on how to speak dudebro. And I wouldn't get too excited about James Talarico's chances against Ken Paxton -- or John Cornyn, for that matter -- in November, 2026. For a multitude of the same old reasons, none of which include fundraising.
Don't miss the big holiday festivities this month: Pride.
You're not gonna fly anywhere on your vacation this year, are ya?
Los Angeles exploded over the weekend, with ICE cracking down, migrant supporters pushing back, and both labor and Cali's blue politicians raising the stakes after SEIU's David Huerta got injured while being arrested. And now Trump is calling in the National Guard, and Pete Hegseth is threatening to send Marines into the streets.
And there's a volatile situation in the Mediterranean.

So I'll wrap today wih The Stooges, keeping themselves topically relevant after nearly a century with some mockery of Bobby Junior.

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Sunday, June 01, 2025

Taco Trump, Ban Patrick, and the Pachy Meltdown Funnies


Have you ever seen an elephant wilt on low heat? Me neither. Should I start at the top or the bottom? I can't really tell a difference.


'Petulant tantrum' does not do these displays justice. Then again, 'justice' used in conjunction with Chicken Taco Trump and Nanny Patrick is an oxymoron.

There were lots of options -- toons, memes, AI -- this week. You've probably seen many of them already. It was amusing to watch both of these manchildren lose their marbles publicly, which means we should do everything we can to pump up their blood pressure. The way news stays broken lately, there's always a fresh fool waiting in the wings, ready and willing to show their ass.

One more, melding the top two butthole buds.

The bromance ends; Elon and DOGE depart, with Stephen Miller's wife and without the White House door hitting them, if only figuratively speaking. The impact on our lives and deaths will continue to be felt for too long.


Dude may need an intervention, but I doubt anybody close to him is willing to do that.

Of all the Kennedys who passed before their time, there's one who has survived a brain worm, drug abuse, swimming in sewage, eating roadkill, and Lawd knows what else. We just don't deserve him.


"Well, we're all going to die."

You first, bitch.

Gosh, not so funny after all.

Congratulations, Class of '25.

I told Mrs. Diddie that from now on it would cost a nickel for my thoughts. And she knows I'll accept her check, but I don't take crypto.

Somebody say 'barbecue'?
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