Donald
Trump Is SOoooo Fat...
Not to sound too immodest but we need all good progressive
folk to share cartoons exactly like this one to counter
each
sound bite from that fat, fascist motherfukker saying
he won the second presidential debate. (Artist bats large,
moist eyes) Thank you.
BTW, if you want to suggest any good jokes I am not to proud
in this case to steal them, cartoon them, and set them free
on the web. Contributors will be suitably by-lined.
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At today's rally that Fat Fascist Basturd promised he'd remove
taxes from overtime pay.
First, that would require Congress to pass such a bill and,
second, the Fat Fascist Basturd forgot that his Project 2025
effectively ends overtime pay. Their plan calls for employees
to work on
a 160-hour month basis, which means you could work multiple
12-hour days up to the 160-hour limit and then be sent home
until
the next pay period.
Yes, it's in there.
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In a week Trump can start selling his Truth Social stock
so it was to no one's surprise that the stock, puttering
downwards from $16 of so, suddenly shot up four points to
over twenty today. Volume on the stock tripled to over 22
million. Very suspicious.
I heard the reason is that Trump today "promised" not to
sell the stock. Why that would encourage buyers to buy more
is a puzzlement but profit-taking was had by many as plenty
of them sold later as the price eventually settled at $18
and
will
no
doubt
return
dropping
towards the abyss on Monday.
I wrote "promised" because Trump will backstab his basement-dwelling
fans the first chance he gets because once he loses the election
the worthless on November 6th.
BTW, November 6th is my birthday. I can ask for no finer
present than a Democratic White House, House and Senate.
And it doesn't even have to be gift-wrapped.
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I bike for exercise and I have an 3-mile, basically circular
course from which my house is the center. I take the same
route three
times
for a total of nine miles, plus whatever I need for the cool-down
period.
Yesterday, on the first leg of the tour, I passed by a young
gray tabby cat sitting on the sidewalk. As is my habit I
give her a quick "kitty-kitty-kitty"and pedaled
on.
About ten minutes later, on my second tour of the cycle,
I found the little cat lying in the middle of the street,
obviously having been hit by a car.
I moved her to the curb and alerted her owner, if "owner" is the right word as
the cat was a stray that she fed, and named "Pearl", along
with several others. We eventually found
a
suitable
cardboard coffin and laid Pearl to her final catnap.
What haunts me, and it's a strange bit of knowledge to possess,
is that I was probably the last person to see this
little
animal
alive.
And now
I have
her
ghost
in
my memory playing on a loop, but I'm not sad about it. I'm
glad I was there to share her last stray moments of existence
and I
hope her precious few months on this Earth were happy.
The bigger point is that there's a similar "unseen car" waiting
for all of us. Will you leave behind only an image playing
on a loop in someone's mind or will you leave behind something
more tangible, like a tree planted in your yard, or a candidate
you voted for who's more interested in the future than in
future profits.
Yes, this was me trying to find greater purpose in the lives
of you, me, and even this little cat. Pearl is reminding
me that life is short, so make good choices while you're
here. Vote Blue.
-
Lefty
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