Just a guy.
The mask goes over your nose, Hagar.
To protect against the germs.
Germs? Ha!! Good one! I’m here to rob you, you fool!
He’s kinda like Napoleon in that respect. No matter how many armies he loses or abandons, no matter how many people he betrays or pisses off, no matter how many bridges he burns, he still has that “aura” of invincibility. His supporters are forever living in 2016, when he was an underdog candidate who pulled off one of the biggest upsets in political history. It took a host of misfortunate events and a deadly pandemic to get just enough people to wise to his con game, but not enough people were de-programmed, unfortunately.
Joe’s not senile. He just doesn’t believe in empty gestures like putting people in hotels when thousands more are arriving EACH DAY. That’s not a solution or viable long-term policy. That’s political theatre. We’re done with political theatre. We’ve had four years of it and nothing to show for the drama.
(PS: Hugo Chavez? For real, dude? Cover yourself in soot and call yourself the kettle, you seriously need to stop sucking up to authoritarians. Friggin’ tankies, man)
That’s not a Jewish space laser. That’s Jimmy Crow’s friend Ralph the Coonhound waiting outside with a lighter, a magnifying glass. a straw, and a piece of tinfoil. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
You know what? This is getting old. This obsession our country has with the “end of the world.” It’s like listening to a hypochondriac grandma obsess over all the diseases she might have while refusing to see the doctor and taking advice from her “faith healer.”
We’re not dying, America. Nor should we persist in the conceit that rest of the world is dying with us. We’ve just become old and irrelevant. Our story will not end with a glorious bang but another shallow whimper like every other superpower in history. The world will continue turning long after we’ve ceded the crown. It will simply be a suckier place to live in because of the irreparable harm we’ve done to both our own democracy and the natural biosphere.
There is no rapture waiting for us. This is it. This is our time on earth. Let us make something of it and leave something for the next generation to enjoy.
I always wondered……if you removed Duke’s sunglasses, what would you see? Two dark, bottomless pits? Or two small, myopic, rodent-like eyes that are constantly blinking at the world, as if just emerging from a hole in the ground?
The former, terrifying as it is, would at least be poetic. But I fear the latter is true.
Doonesbury is certainly near the top when it comes to Sunday morning comics. But you should read some graphic novels. It’s like….television vs movies.
What Roland has is a bound mistress legally obliged to agree with everything he says until she finds the nerve to divorce him, plus progeny who find him an embarrassment and who will likely have to write books to cope with that trauma as well as cover the cost of their own college since Roland is likely to be on his second or third family by then.
Old Dick’s ghost must be raging in hell right now, realizing that he wouldn’t have had to resign at all if he’d had GOP senators as sycophantic and slavishly loyal as the one’s Trump enjoyed.