CSotD: Afterthoughts
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Yesterday was for quick reactions, and I didn’t have space for as many good hip shots that came in. More have arrived since, but simply noting the loss was yesterday’s mission and even the good ones seem, 24 hours later, to be esprit d’escalier — “staircase wit” — that clever thing you think of on the way home from the party where you wish you’d said it.
Rowson’s parody of Nighthawks — renamed “Shite Hawks” — turns Hopper’s classic portrait of silent people into quite the opposite. The smashed window is a nice touch, as is putting Musk in the place of the server, since the poor fool blew nearly a half million sponsoring a vain mission.
Putting Natalie at Trump’s side is also good, though if he’d had a little more time he might have left JD out, given that our resident Catholic hillbilly has bitten his master’s leg since their world fell apart.
Morland gets even more of a laff, though we’re going to have to wait to see how DeSantis’s break with Trump works out in the long run. However, it’s important to note that he spoke up before the elections, but then a lot of divorces get the timing wrong on those sorts of things. As the old saying goes,
It is good to be merry and wise,
It is good to be honest and true,
it is best to be off with the old love
before you are on with the new.
But then the next presidential election is only two years off, so there’s not a lot of time for a hundred visions and revisions. There will likely be a mad scramble to find a candidate who isn’t in the Trump mold, given how voters cast him out.
Which brings to mind another wise saying, “Marry in haste, repent at leisure.” I’m not sure there’s a good choice to be made, particularly since the GOP has cast out a number of people for not being sufficiently Trumplike.
It will be harder for Vance than for DeSantis to pick off Dear Leader’s cooties, but I don’t like either fellow’s chances. However, don’t listen to me. I assumed that nitwit George W had no chance and that the clown on the escalator was even less credible a candidate, so I’m just waiting for somebody to nominate Dwayne Elizondo Mountain Dew Camacho as our next leader. I wouldn’t vote for him, but then I wouldn’t bet against him, either.
But let’s hope we’re on an upward journey. I said to someone yesterday that this is the feeling I had when the courts ordered Nixon to release the White House tapes. It’s not over, but it feels like the system is working after all.
While we wait to see how the story comes out, there’s plenty of source materials for cartoonists, and Matt reminds us that it’s okay to get some enjoyment out of the elections because sadism was part of administration policy.
Pett is a master of combining analysis and humor, and here shoves the success of women and minorities in the face of the party that labored to push them back into the era that the MAGAs thought was so great, only to find out that the average person — in fact, the majority of people — recognize competence, decency and honor and cast their votes accordingly.
I’m sending a double order of schadenfreude to Elon Musk, captured here by the anonymous cartoonist Smooth Dunk in a modern style that adds to the pleasure of seeing him getting his butt caught in a crack on the bleachers. He won’t miss the money, but he’s likely to find himself without a front row seat anymore, and it’s his own fault.
Money lost out to virtue this time around, but having the MAGA crowd lose power does more than force him to make appointments instead of being able to sashay into offices. Whoever finagled with StarShield and left Ukraine temporarily helpless has caused both NATO and the Russians to realize how foolish it is to rely on someone else’s system, and it’s also unlikely that whoever gains the presidency in 2028 is going to give him a blank check to load the skies with space junk.
Add in resentment for what his young DOGE vandals did to our once functional government agencies and Musk may find himself without a lot of friends in DC.
And, by the way, nobody’s going to believe his racist twaddle about the poor, picked-upon Afrikaners, either.
Juxtaposition of the Day
A Lion had come to the end of his days and lay sick unto death at the mouth of his cave, gasping for breath. The animals, his subjects, came round him and drew nearer as he grew more and more helpless. When they saw him on the point of death they thought to themselves: “Now is the time to pay off old grudges.” So the Boar came up and drove at him with his tusks; then a Bull gored him with his horns; still the Lion lay helpless before them: so the Ass, feeling quite safe from danger, came up, and turning his tail to the Lion kicked up his heels into his face. “This is a double death,” growled the Lion. — Aesop
I appreciate Bok’s kind concern for any Democrats who preferred Trump’s policies to their own party’s, but I do wonder where they were Tuesday, because they sure didn’t seem to throw him a lifeline. Meanwhile, it seems as if Kelley has changed horses.
Dear Leader may find the next two years filled with kicks and gorings as his subjects gather round, and the lion in Aesop’s story may wish that he’d curried loyalty through love rather than fear, but it’s a little late for that, innit?
Whamond likely sums things up correctly. Nixon wandered the halls of the White House at night in despair as his world crumbled, but Trump is a narcissist and will likely never admit fault for his political demise.
It makes me wonder if he was upset when he needed to transfer from Fordham to UPenn, and how many bankruptcies he went through, and how many marriages, before failure became routine.
Quelle dommage.
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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