CSotD: Another Manic Monday
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We discussed Dear Leader’s open warfare on the news yesterday, but it’s hardly a one-day story, and Lewis continues her own coverage, with the additional aspect of men in black removing news companies that don’t provide the Truth, which is capitalized because it’s a trademarked product, not a common noun.
Notice that she has Truth being broadcast from the correct angle to avoid showing him with a presumably Iranian rocket where the sun don’t shine, which is important because it reminds me of an old-school weatherman back when I worked in local TV. The fellow would come in with jacket, shirt, and tie from the waist up, rumpled trousers and unshined loafers from the waist down and a hangover from head to feet.
“Nothing from the waist down,” he’d growl, and they’d keep the cameras tight, the result being that everybody in the studio knew what nobody watching at home would guess. And the folks at the station also knew that the old fellow just did a rip-and-read broadcast with whatever the wireservice sent him and was no more able to predict the weather than he was able to fly.
In Lewis’s cartoon, the sin of Politico, MSNOW and CNN is that they shoot from an angle where reality is obvious.
BTW, I realize her Men in Black are actually Men in Blue, but it does remind me of 1993, when I covered the shipment of Superman’s rebirth from a warehouse just under the border. The photographer and I found a pallet whose brown-paper cover was slightly ripped such that an issue of the about-to-be-shipped magazine was visible. He started to take a picture of the unreleased cover and, as if by magic, a pair of Men in Black swept down on us.
Which is only namedropping except that, like these, most comic books are printed in Canada and so will presumably fall under Dear Leader’s new economic harassment policy, and the Men in Black will now genuinely be Men in Black. So watch it.
Though Boris isn’t going to the DC universe for his Donald Trump lookalike.
Mellor is also dipping into Star Wars for his vision of Dear Leader’s latest bizarre fantasy, which is that he has decided to turn his Triumphal Arch into a downtown military base full of drones and snipers, which makes me wonder what he is smoking, because by the time them Canadian Commies get to the point that we need snipers in DC, I think we’d be just about in the last throes of resistence.
Once I had pulled a 349 in the draft lottery, I used to joke that I was now classified WC-1, which stands for “women and children first” and that I wouldn’t be called up until the Viet Cong got to Kansas City. And Dear Leader placed himself further down the ladder than that, but now he says he’s going to fill the arch with ammo so his snipers won’t run out.
I was kidding about my draft status, but he appears to be completely serious about the battle plan coming from 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, which explains why the founders made a provision in the Constitution that the president had to be at least 35.
They didn’t want an eight-year-old enacting his fantasies, and yet here we are.
And we’ve gone from lies about having been valedictorian of his college class and having enjoyed a record turnout at his first inauguration to fantasies about having worked to clean up the damages at 9/11, along with a steady stream of braggadocio, stolen valor and utter nonsense on social media.
His Truth postings are irrelevant. He doesn’t have to banish all media because they seem perfectly willing to cover him gently and diplomatically, without looking behind the curtain and reporting on what they can plainly see.
I’m so old that I can remember when Republicans made a hero of Ronald Reagan and held him up as a model of what a president should be like. But he’s not the one who wound up with his face on a coin while he was still alive and still in office.
They were fond of Dutch, but they’re loyal to Dear Leader, and willing to say so under oath.
Juxtaposition of the Day
Bagley didn’t have to draw us a picture because when he did that cartoon, it hadn’t quite happened yet. Rick McKee, however, got to depict the moment in which it did.
Bagley’s history lesson is accurate and we’d really better step up to turn McKee’s drawing back into fiction because the oath-taking really happened in real life at Trumpapalooza, including a so-help-me-God vow to vote for Republicans in November even if you were not registered and had to cheat to do it. Attendees swore to do so, or risk the fires of Hell.
Which should not only wipe the laughter off your face but clarify just why Dear Leader wants to put a drone base atop the White House and to station snipers at the arch. And why he didn’t want his January 6 fans to have to pass through scanners.
But don’t blame the Republicans. They simply didn’t know.
And now an absolutely irrelevant observation
about something completely different
There are very few remakes of classic movies that work, especially classic comedies, but when Mel Brooks took on this 1942 Ernst Lubitsch satire in 1983, he knocked it over the wall.
Perhaps we should make another version every 40 years or so.
Mike Peterson has posted his "Comic Strip of the Day" column every day since 2010. His opinions are his own, but we welcome comments either agreeing or in opposition.
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