It’s raining today. Appropriate for the moment when this thing that has consumed my entire summer comes to an end. Appropriate too for the way the orange-faced king of our country has dominated everything in public life. As hard as I have worked the last four years to claw my way out of debt, I am now bankrupt. Everything the king has done and continues to do hurts poor folks like me. Was George III the insane one? The narcissist and paranoid schizophrenic? And if he was, why did we decide after more than 200 years of independence that we needed a corrupt despot in charge again? We have invited the king back to where he doesn’t really belong.
So what can we focus on today to get our minds out of the mud?
There’s always sunshine to consider. The sun will come back. It is like a law of nature or something. And, although nothing is ever certain in life, “The sun’ll come out… tomorrow! Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow… there’ll be sun!” (That’s from the Broadway musical Annie, in case I wasn’t obvious enough.)
One can always also appreciate a pretty girl. Is that being inappropriate? I am a cartoonist and I have been obsessing about drawing pretty cartoon girls. So maybe that’s what I really mean. I’ll go with that. Let’s think about pretty cartoon girls.
Yes, Emma Watson before Harry Potter wearing Mickey Mouse ears counts as a pretty cartoon girl.
So, if I still can’t get my mind off the mud… what will I do?
Think about Zebras climbing trees maybe?
Or Millie Bobby Brown starring in season 3 of Stranger Things on Netflix in October?
But while I’m writing this, I get a call from the pool demolition guy. The plumbing and the electrical work apparently didn’t pass the city inspector’s inspection. Now, it’s not only mud time again, I have a fire boiling in my spleen and am tempted to take an ax to city hall.