Miss
Me?
Here's a question for all you good, god-fearin'
members of the NRA:
Do you believe that there are guns in Heaven?
Unless you good folks believe that Heaven is actually
a cloud-based reproduction of your current corporeal
existence, complete with iPhones, toaster ovens, and
butt-plugs, I'm pretty sure you've never envisaged
assault weapons as part of the Eternal Plan.
So if the policy of "no guns" is good enough
for God, shouldn't it be good enough for us down here
on Earth, too?
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I missed creating a cartoon a couple
of days last week but I had a really good reason.
Once the third presidential debate had ended, after
Mrs. Clinton scorched Trump like a Samsung cell phone,
after
she
sunk him like a spun-sugar dinghy, after she nailed
him like a composition roof, after she broke him like
a bad tooth, after she burned him like General Sherman,
after she flattened him like a Kansas horizon, after
she blasted him like a Saturn V orgasm, after she cooked
him like a turducken flambe', after she buried him
like an Atari 2600 ET
game cartridge, after she bruised
him like a hemophiliac banana, after she hosed him
like Ron Jeremy under a full moon, after she spiked
him like an Enron electric bill, after she hammered
him like one of the Three Stooges a sense
of calm washed over me.
"It's over. It's done. The orange, entitled, perverse, illiterate
fuckwaffle is through. I have no need to ever care
about anything he says or does again."
A Democratic president was now inevitable, along with
a Democratic Senate. Who could blame me for taking
a breather while we await the celebrations no doubt
to occur late in the evening of November 8th.
=Lefty=
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