The
Grate Debate
I made a big mistake on Tuesday night/Wednesday morning.
After the presidential debate was over I wallowed in the
joy, in all its many online forms, of Kamala's surgical take-down
of Trump.
I laughed and guffawed and tittered and snorted at the memes
and the cartoons and the snark until the wee hours, then
got
back
up and wallowed
some more.
Watching
Trump's Truth Social stock price slump was cathartic, too.
(Best line of the day: Trump got spanked so hard by Kamala
he wrote her a check for $130,000 out of habit.)
It was all great. Thank you, Kamala! You rock! Thanks for being
you.
Sometime later I remembered that I needed to create a comic
and I suddenly realized that everyone had beat me to the
good punches, or punch lines. I didn't
want
to inadvertently
copy another's idea and god knows the internet didn't need
another cat-eating joke so I spent a lot of time on Wednesday
just staring into the void.
Then I noticed that Trump was claiming to have won the debates
by scores of 99-6 or 87-5, etc., which was hilarious, so
I investigated and discovered they were from sites like the
Daily Caller
and
Newsmax. So if you find this cartoon lame, blame Donald.
It's his fault.
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We of the progressive sort are suddenly seeing light at the
end of this long, dark tunnel this country entered in November
of 2016.
I,
among
many
others in the creative community, am looking forward to a
Trump-free future apart from the occasional headline announcing
his imminent internment and/or obituary. Just a few more
weeks of Trump-busting and then it's back to tweaking religious
noses and taking pot-shots at guns. Stay frosty.
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Speaking of the debate, it was hard not to watch Kamala as
she masterfully baited Trump all night, but focusing on
the stinky orange bastard had its own rewards, too.
The parade
of
random
tics and expressions
that
washed
across
his face was almost as if the little people inside his
head had never seen the emotion control board before so instead
of
reading
the manual on how humans are supposed to react they started
snorting oven cleaner and proceeded to hold a contest
over who could kick each other in the balls the hardest.
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For all you future historians who have somehow found this
web page while researching the subject of what the hairy
fuck happened to this country from 2015-2025, here's a shortened
version
of
Donald
Trump's responses during the first presidential debate of
2024.
ABC moderators: "Mr. Trump, do you have a health care
plan?"
Trump: "No."
Mods: "An economic plan?"
Trump: "No."
Mods: "Do you regret your part in J6?"
Trump: "No."
Mods: "Will you restrict abortion access?"
Trump: "Ain't sayin'."
Mods: "What is your plan for Ukraine?"
Trump: "Ain't sayin'."
Mods: "What is your plan for Israel?"
Trump: "Ain't sayin'."
Mods: "What is your plan to stop climate change?"
Trump: "Ain't sayin'."
Mods:"Is there anything you CAN tell us?"
Trump: "Yes... THEY'RE EATING CATS IN SPRINGFIELD!"
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The anniversary of the military-industrial complex's most
successful false flag attack on this country came and went
unremarked by me this year, which is unusual, but these are
unusual times and
no one seems to care about Building Seven anymore but me
anyway. Ah,
well. See you next year.
-
Lefty
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