Trick-or-treaters probably won’t be plentiful in my neighborhood, but I’ll be out on my triple decker’s balcony with candy ready to lower a bucket to any who show up. And if they don’t, well, at least I’ll have some candy to eat while I’m sitting out there.
I have around 210,000+ thoughts and prayers to send before I can get around to worrying about this guy.
Hours after finishing last week’s post-debate cartoon, my wife woke me up at 5:30am to tell me Trump had COVID. Sadly, she didn’t wake me up early this morning with even better news.
I censored the last panel for some outlets, and gave both uncensored and censored versions to others, and so I can post this comic on social media without it getting flagged as inappropriate.
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.
There was another round of Republicans unendorsing their party’s nominee, and there will probably be another by the time you’re reading this. Despite all the vocal denouncements, they’re still going to vote for him. Dracula has more integrity.
Read the comic at The New York Times.