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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