Tom Toles for November 17, 2019

And they’ll still deny the existence of white elephant privilege.

Of course it’s white, they wouldn’t have any other color.

No “broom guy” needed: The base of dung beetles roll right along with this all.

Morally blind.

It’s the wall!

It’s amazing what they can see and what they can’t see. Something different each and every day.

They know the truth! What’s holding them back is threats from trump and they fear for their jobs, ya know, the task of scooping up all the bribe monies that come their way? The DONT CARE ABOUT AMERICA! It’s all about their agendas and raking in more money and power! After all is said and done, they will be doing the doggie paddle out of the swamp….

dream on

How I wish this wasn’t true.

I am reminded of the end of this story, as told by Pete Seeger.—And the last one says, “Your majesty, you know I’m right. It’s like a rope hanging down from heaven. You pull on it, and the heavens open up with waste.”

R.I.P. Pete

The AAPT (All Aryan Party of Trump, formerly known as the GOP) has declared the Constitution is not only just a piece of paper, but it is “phony” as well.

Libertas mortuus est! Vivat Rex! /s

One of the smaller elephants smells something coming out of the back end of the larger elephant and says:“The dung of dignity!”.

“A president’s defense is soft and mushy…”

Looks like the definition of the Republican party.

The term white elephant refers to an extravagant, but impractical, gift that cannot be easily disposed of. The phrase is said to come from the historic practice of the King of Siam (now Thailand) giving rare albino elephants to courtiers who had displeased him, so that they might be ruined by the animals’ upkeep costs.

How many hundreds of millions has Trump spent golfing?

White elephant is a trivial/unwanted gift, isn’t it? Maybe it should have been pink – could have been one of the explanations of why all the other elephants confuse reality with their greed for dollars and recognition.

The broom guy needs a whole crew, far too much for one man to handle, like Rudy’s defense.

[being a poem in which Donald Trump asks a question and receives an answer]

“Please, can I join your Traitors Club?”

“Sure, come on in, you Flab O’ Flub

Though latest’s leastest, I’ll be bound

Come right ahead, I’ll show you ’round

Now, over there is Benedict

And here we have a Tricky Dick

In that booth sits John Wilkes Booth

(He found non-treasoning uncouth)

And Joe McCarthy, and Roy Cohn

(Your azz, I’m sure, he soon will own)

We let in others, too, like Quisling

(That’s him, not steaks, that you smell sizzling)

And also Casca, Cassius, Brutus

And, worst of all, our Flaming Judas!

So come on in, and stay awhile

Because I see you’re truly vile

And though the atmosphere’s unwell

What did you expect—in Hell?"

Excellent, as always.

i saw in the news, trump went to the hospital for “A perfectly normal checkup”…on a weekend? With no advance planning? I hope the great and mighty trump is OK. When I say my prayers tonight, I’ll ask the Grim Reaper to look in on him, see how he’s doing.

Yes, a very quiet “partial checkup” we are told. Suspicious and wish someone had an ear in there to know the dope of the situation.