On the one hand, I’m enjoying Donald TheDotard Trump’s before-our-eyes disintegration; once so delighted to show everyone his Il Duce imitation, the pompous git now rage-splutters before the cameras in straight-up dementia and hysteria, desperately trying to keep his dentures in place and control his Adderall sniffles. He has degenerated from “Winning!” to “Everyone’s out to get me!!” He’s going to burst like a sausage in a microwave, and deserves it.
On the other hand, every day waiting for that to happen is another day his puppeteers harm the nation.
“Deny.” Who said “deny”? Just for the record: You’re the only person who used that word, and I doubt there’s a single person here who can’t tell exactly why.
TheDolt would task The United States Space Force with building an orbiting space station to fire a laser beam on potential rebels, like in that movie. Also, too: FLOATING WALL!! Made of windmills! To give the immigrants cancer!
Unless I miss my guess, Dempster is inspired by “The Outbursts of Everett True,” an old old strip about a similarly large, bald, violent fellow. It was a pretty simple concept; in the first panel someone would annoy or inconvenience Ev with some inconsiderate behavior, and in the second he would beat the tar out of them (if male) or humiliate them (if female or “insufficiently masculine”).
It’s often a funny strip but still a product of its day, and while Everett was usually very kind and gentle with animals and very young children, he also occasionally revealed himself to be an awful bigot and racist, and in one single-panel strip had thrown a woman’s dog to its almost-certain death. (Most such strips are very deliberately left out of the collection published in 2016 but may be found online.) Sometimes his trigger was nothing more than a change in fashions or a difference of opinion, so in the end he was just a violent jerk.
On the one hand, I’m enjoying Donald TheDotard Trump’s before-our-eyes disintegration; once so delighted to show everyone his Il Duce imitation, the pompous git now rage-splutters before the cameras in straight-up dementia and hysteria, desperately trying to keep his dentures in place and control his Adderall sniffles. He has degenerated from “Winning!” to “Everyone’s out to get me!!” He’s going to burst like a sausage in a microwave, and deserves it.
On the other hand, every day waiting for that to happen is another day his puppeteers harm the nation.