I like a lot of dumb pop culture. We unwind (My wife from her real job, me from, uh, this.) at our house by watching 90 Day Fiance and Below Deck. I’m not going to cry if a great director points out that they’re not prestige television.
This failson makes Trey Gowdy look like a dignified statesman. If you’re old enough to remember the Brooks Brothers Riot, you know we’re in for a very bad time. And somehow Dick Cheney is still alive for this one, too. No silver linings.
I did a similar comic for Obama’s desk in my NYT cartoon, way back in probably 2014 or 2015, and that was the only time I prefered the horizontal format that was imposed on me.
Even this administration can’t believe how the Democrats are dragging their feet with impeachment, so they’ve started calling press conferences to confess their crimes. Pretty efficient!
This is the first time I’ve drawn a lot of these ghouls since 2008. Thanks to them not being prosecuted by the Obama administration, which left them free to hobknob with celebrity dum-dums like Ellen.
The annual “Marijuana Candy” panic has already started on our garbage local news. Having waited in line forever at the Brookline recreational place, I’m not inclined to give that stuff to friends, let alone random kids.
So long, John Bolton. He’ll be welcomed on TV and opinion pages for the rest of his life as one of the “reasonable war criminals.”
I’m not going to miss the mustache. It’s hard to draw an expressive mouth with that thing blocking it.