Sunday, May 24, 2026

DNC D&C Toons


Before we take a look at the autopsy photos, let's lighten the mood.

I noticed that my Aliens toons last week were not so popular with the usual web-crawling searchbot rabble that drive traffic to this blog. I'll blame it on the reimagined Goog algo.


So anyway here's a few more UAP funnies along with some additional AI laughables (maintaining the tangential if obtuse connection) before we transition to the repeating self-destructive debacle that is the national Democratic Party.

Not everyone.

I'd be embarrassed. If I were still a Democrat. Like Hasan Piker.


That would also be the DemSocs, Bernie and AOC, herding you back to Abigail Spanberger and Xavier Becerra. And Cory Booker. And JB Pritzker. The people who promised you healthcare and reproductive freedom of choice in 2008 will absolutely find "other priorities" twenty years later if you fall for that okie-doke again.

Not that taking action on climate, genocide, imperialism, inequality, cannibalistic pedophiles and all the other urgencies should take precedence over things like expanding the SCOTUS and protecting our trans comrades from persecution. Those are important.
“Radical gender ideology” is the right’s new boogieman, joining “woke” and “DEI” and “Critical Race Theory” and “cultural Marxists” and “SJWs” on their increasingly deranged hit list. Donald Trump attacks it in executive orders; Pam Bondi told the FBI to offer a bounty for “terrorists” motived by radical gender ideology; speaker of the House Mike Johnson opened a subcommittee hearing by sneering “the scourge of radical gender ideology is very real.”
It's just that 'new' emergencies always occur. Like pandemics.


As we watch the Corn Dog era come to a close, let's try to keep in mind all he has done for Texas, and all that he means to all Texans.

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Sunday, May 17, 2026

Make Aliens Great Again Funnies


It seems popular lately to conflate people of my political persuasion -- 'leftist', infer the definition of your choosing with that label -- with wherever the right of the farthest right (no, keep going) is these days *cough* horseshoe theory *cough*.
I have the predictable objections, and certainly we all know how divided we are ... but I will cop to common ground on UFOs. Full disclosure, for any who've wondered WTF my problem really was: I've been a big fan of Ancient Aliens on the History channel for many years. Speaking as an atheist, the Bible history alone is worth the time and money. The Book of Enoch eclipsed Ecclesiastes as my favorite as a result of watching the program. This journey of enlightenment began two decades ago, when political blogging was still sexy and Alex Jones was "a beloved* local figure among the vaguely progressive crunchy austin counterculture, like dennis kucinich bumper sticker bouldin creek cafe chronicle readers." *Disclaimer: AJ was not, is not, and has never been 'beloved' by anyone but the worst people in the world. The late Art Bell's late night radio show had better weirdos, and I don't say that because I was one. Here's your time travelin' fractious recollectin' rabbit hole.
The show is now on hiatus*, which didn't even happen during COVID (a few of the hosts just completed a speaking tour). It's been a rough year for them; Erich von DΓ€niken, the founder of the movement, passed away at the end of January, and both David Wilcock -- who took his own life in a disturbing and now-predictably controversial incident -- and Nick Pope, who suffered from esophogeal cancer, died in April.

*Update: Both Ancient Aliens (repeat episodes, new episode coming in June) and The Secret of Skinwalker Ranch (new season) returned to the History channel's lineup this week.

That was perhaps a tl;dr stage-setting for the latest T-Boy distraction dud. I mean, if you can't fake an assassination any better than this, better trot out the aliens. And sure enough, it's working.

If little green men visited our planet, Donald Trump would give more power to ICE to be a murderous goon squad, use it to cancel the midterms, claim it’s a sign for an even larger ballroom attached to the White House, and demand that the visitors give him a flying aircraft like Qatar did.

So when they say 'close' only counts in horseshoes, you can be healthily skeptical of that trope. Along with all the others.

Just say no.


Just say no to getting on a cruise ship (if you don't already, you fools).


And say no more to the billionaires who don't give a shit about anybody but themselves.

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Sunday, May 10, 2026

World Wars or War of Words Toons


Ukraine and Russia may be taking a break, but rockets are still flying and innocents still dying during a Persian Gulf ceasefire as the truth (alongside more than 350 US soldiers to date) gets maimed on an hourly basis. Despite the administration's propaganda-infused signal-to-noise ratio, no aspect of Trump's war by proxy on behalf of Netanyahu is being won. Even 'declaring victory and going home' isn't working.


Israel again intercepted the Global Sumud Flotilla -- this time hundreds of miles from the Gaza coast -- and assaulted, took prisoner, and tortured several of those on board the ships carrying aid. The US issued a declaration of support, labeling the peace activists "pro-Hamas". American companies feeding the IDF for free while Americans go hungry isn't the worst voluntary war tax some of you are paying, but it's top five on the dumbass list.

The economic chickens have not all come home to roost just yet, but they're on their way. The crows meanwhile have returned. And reasserted.

All while the unhealthily wealthy celebrated their sneering contempt for you.

So it's understandable that T-Brah needed another shiny object.


Weeks like this don't make me sad about the eventual climate conflagration.
Another (better) black bird for Sir Attenborough.

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Sunday, May 03, 2026

Shots Fired Funnies


"It’s an odd thing to wake up on a Monday after a weekend in which someone tried to assassinate the president ... and feel absolutely nothing about it."


"In the early hours of Sunday, I awoke to check the time on my phone and learned that there had been a shooting – apparently, an assassination attempt – at this year’s White House correspondents’ dinner, an event held annually to honor the journalists who cover presidential politics.

I stayed awake just long enough to read that the attack had been thwarted and that no one had been killed, and then I went back to sleep."
Unsurprisingly this stunt didn't bump Trump's wars, our dying fossil fuel-based economy, or Israel's steady progress on genocidal empire construction fully out of the headlines. Again. So maybe another march/protest organized by the Democrats and their surrogates... nemmind.
The Brits on my TL are saying no more King Charlie Sausage Fingers, either.

At this point I'm again reminded of the SNL Dana Carvey/Bush-Dukakis/Jon Lovitz presidential debate in 1988, when Lovitz-as-Dukakis mutters, "how can I be losin' to this guy". THIS is how.
So a few of us decided, even on a very wet May Day in HTown, to do some democracy a bit more directly. We didn't have to go outside to play, but some did.


How else are we gonna fix the SCOTUS unless we start over from scratch?
Steve Brodner depicts the return of the crow, his artistic style suggesting a kinship between Roberts and Roger Taney, who wrote the decision in Dred Scott, and who is generally seen as the worst Chief Justice in US history.

So far.

They're redrawing all the maps, y'all. Everywhere. I hope you finally realize that voting is -- in the words of the man responsible for replacing Thurgood Marshall with Clarence Thomas -- na ga do it.

Or this? Might be a little tougher than taking our government back, honestly. Because some men just want to watch the world burn while they score a few more billion.


Okay then. You prolly clicked in here for some Funnies.

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