Friday, November 17, 2017

17 November 2017

Ok, so I know that tax legislation isn't at the top of your Friday night "to do" list, but yesterday  House Republicans passed their shit sandwich of a tax plan. So now it will be merged in an unholy union with the Senate's shit sandwich of a tax plan, and then that shit sandwich will be served to you, the taxpayer (and, unless you're a corporation or a crazy fucking rich person, you will still be on the paying end of the tax cut. Specifically by 2025, when all of the tax cuts for folks earning less than 75,000 per year will expire. But if you're a corporation, your lowered tax rate never expires.), and you will be expected to eat that shit sandwich. And like it.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

16 November 2017

Why yes, that is Dame Judi Dench with the cannon from one of the Zimbabwe army's tanks nested in her hair.

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

15 November 2017

It's certainly true that the smart decisions made under enormous pressure by both the teachers at Rancho Tehama Elementary and the local police greatly diminished the death and mayhem caused by the shooter in their town, and they all deserve all the thanks and accolades they have been given for their incredible service. It really could have been a lot worse in Rancho Tehama if not for these fine individuals. That truth can and should be acknowledged. However, acknowledging that truth does not mean we can ignore other truths that this tragedy illuminates. First, that even though this time the damage was contained, there's no guarantee that the next time this happens the right people will be there to do the right things to make the outcome not so shitty. Second, that this will happen again. And again. And again. And again. And again, until either we all die or we actually do something about America's lurid love affair with firearms. When guns are as easy to get and as plentiful as, say, ice cream cones, these things will keep happening. Every single day.

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

14 November 2017

If Donald Trump is the devil, then surely Jeff Sessions is one of his four apocalyptic horsemen (but which one? The horseman of Racism? Of Idiotic Drug Policy? Of Betrayal? Of Enabling a Total Piece of Shit Like Roy Moore to Get this Close to a Senate Seat?). Sessions had to slither over to a House hearing today to explain to everybody in attendance why he's suck a lying sack of shit. As you can imagine, he denied it. But c'mon, Jeff---the stench drifting off you tells a different story.

Monday, November 13, 2017

13 November 2017

I spend so much time drawing the perpetrators of crimes (how many times have I drawn Trump this year?) that, given the chance to represent the people who truly represent, I'll take it every time. There was a march in Hollywood on Sunday for Survivors of sexual assault. Marches like these are great ways to keep the momentum going for an issue and for keeping the pressure on the powers that be, and in fact State Sen. Connie Leyva announced that she is going to introduce legislation to ban secret settlements in cases of sexual harassment. I have no idea if she'll be able to get that through the legislative meat grinder, but it's certainly worth a shot. If there's one thing power hates, it's transparency.

Sunday, November 12, 2017

12 November 2017

The front page offered precious little to go on it terms of visuals today. The two photographs on view were a slope of dirt and a cloud of dust, I shit you not. Fortunately (in this instance, at least) Trump is very good at doing colossally stupid things that make for good headlines. Today's colossally stupid thing was his statement that he totally believes Putin when he tells him that Russia did not interfere in the 2016 U.S. elections. The man who had the hardest time wrapping his tiny brain around the idea that Barack Obama was born in this country somehow has no problem taking the word of an ex-KGB agent at face value, in spite of the fact that his own intelligence agencies believe the opposite to be true. Not that you needed one, but here's another example of America's declining stature on the international stage. Are we finally great again?

Saturday, November 11, 2017

11 November 2017

Well, here we are right back to all of this shit. This whole affair is being dissected/unpacked by better writers than me, so I'll just add two things and leave you to your weekend. First, all you gentleman out there in positions of power, in case this has somehow not been made abundantly clear to you in the past several weeks, this kind of behavior is never ok. Have some respect for your female colleagues. And, frankly, have some self respect. Second, Louis' portrait of shame on the front page was in a circle and was framed by a border that resembles---if you kind of squinted at it---a life ring, like you would find on a boat. Like, say, a cruise ship. Possibly one made for love. Which of course made me think of a certain cornball, maritime-themed romantic sitcom of the 70s. Which, you know,  is a super awkward association considering why he's on the front page to begin with. And so here we are.