I felt like we'd had enough politics for a while and so was delighted to find a funny little cartoon about a rat ...
And, boy, is he right.
Trump finally announced his awards for "fake news" and they don't stand up to much examination, being, for the most part, mistakes the press quickly recognized and for which some reporters were suspended or fired.
As the Washington Post fact checkers suggest, "If the president admitted error as frequently, he would earn far fewer Pinocchios."
His claim of under-reported achievements is a bit more argumentative, since they involve both the question "Is it true?" and "Was it covered?" as well as the well-established political issue of the rooster taking credit for the sunrise.
Trump may be the most frequent, outrageous liar to ever occupy the Oval Office, but he's certainly not the first to take credit for things he had nothing to do with.
Jeff Stahler covers the more interesting phenomenon, and the use of the familiar three-monkeys image would not be half as apt and amusing if the GOP were represented by a different animal: That third elephant, by anatomical necessity, changes "Speak No Evil" to "Smell No Evil" and I'm going to stop a moment for a brief round of applause.
Jeff Flake's speech the other day was inspiring, but, as much as we might admire the Voice of One Crying in the Wilderness, it's means nothing if you don't use your vote to back up all that high-minded, patriotic verbiage.
Meanwhile, there are plenty of odd insults being flung around by rightwingers, odd because suddenly it's they who burst into tears at every slight, and not only are they behaving like the snowflakes they despised just a year ago, but they've adopted some liberal phrases that they don't quite seem to understand.
It's like hearing your parents trying out teenage slang when they talk to your friends at the mall.
The official government network accused Cory Booker of "mansplaining" to Kirstjen Neilsen the other day, which is simply wrong.
That wasn't "mansplaining." It was "getting schooled."
And now the tearful little snowflakes are weeping because those mean ol' liberals are "fatshaming" the President.
I'm not fatshaming him. How could I? I weigh 11 pounds more than his reported weight, and I'm five inches shorter than his reported height.
And I look pretty much like he does, only my pants aren't on fire.
I'm truth-shaming him because there is apparently nothing on this planet that he won't lie about, including something the truth of which could be readily proven by simply stepping on a scale.
But, my goo'ness gracious, I wouldn't ever fatshame him or mansplain anything to him, because the last thing we need is to make Dear Leader's courtiers cry some more.
As it is, it's gonna take one hell of a Republican caucus race to dry off all their tears.
But enough: We've had all the snowflakes we need these past two weeks, and not just in the Northeast.
In Arkansas, too. Will you meanies please stop writing letters that make little Tommy cry?
(Lest we forget, this is the guy who wrote a letter to the Iranian government undermining our national policy. But that was diffo, I'm sure!)
Anyway
Watson takes a shot at the latest fad in our continuing effort to gobble up bandwidth for no particular reason.
I have not downloaded this app, in part because my smartphone experiment is about over and I'm ready to go back to a flip. Having my email chase me to the dogpark has not been valuable and I miss having a phone that fits comfortably in my hand and holds a charge for more than a day.
But the laugh here is that Watson looks about as much like Marmaduke as any of the photo/painting matchups I've seen posted online.
Last night NPR had a story about how certain states block the app, and the anchor was trying it out on the air -- a very valuable activity for radio -- and she didn't like the first match so she tried again and then got one she liked.
Keep trying, Watson, until you get Lassie or Rinty.
Don't put off your closing date, pal
The tiny house saga continues in Betty, and I'm hoping we keep following through on how much this inexpensive little house is going to cost him.
As it is, I wouldn't expect the strip to be able to keep up with the breaking news, but he may burn through his bitcoins and have to think about selling off some Beanie Babies or tulip bulbs.
Where Dreams Go To Die
And the store closing rumors continue at Retail. I noted earlier that Marla had a dream of opening her own place, but she nails that coffin shut today.
Worst part about a dream deferred is that she can't guarantee that she'll find anything with health care anyway.
And to make things worse ...
She'll probably run into the same thing shown in today's Mr. Boffo.
It's a funny gag, but these collections of occupational bafflegab are also a warning: The hiring here is being done by Human Resources.
This interview could never happen, which is the point of the PSA.
HR screens candidates strictly by a resume checklist the significance of which they don't understand, routinely turning away interesting people that the person that person would actually work for will never see.
Run away.
They're telling you that the place sucks before you even write that cover letter they won't read.
Juxtaposition of Nature Facts
Sherman's Lagoon ratchets back and forth from domestic comedy to true ocean facts. This ridiculous arc is based on the latter.
And DoCK makes a gag of something I've heard from biologists and fishermen in Maine: The loons know about catch-and-release, and that tired fish are easy hunting.
And now a song for Tommy Cotton and all his little friends:
It really is long past time you Americans realized who the real snowflakes are in what passes for your political discourse — and it sure isnt the liberal wing of things. Your Trump supporters just seem to be relentlessly melting away under the heat of reality, and they should be reminded of that — and often.
Posted by: sean martin | 01/19/2018 at 10:42 AM
Hats off to whoever coined the "Girther Movement" term, ostensibly to encourage Trump to publicly step on a scale although actually a bit of karma , what goes around comes around for the POTUS
Posted by: mark johnson | 01/19/2018 at 11:55 AM