This year has been different than practically any other year I have lived through. 2016 was a little bit like now, but then the Pumpkinhead hadn’t applied the infected screws to our collective rumps before. This time it is not a mystery how bad it could get. Liberals and people who have empathy for people other than their own families and close friends are all depressed. Hope for the future is fading.
And this is supposed to be the happiest time of the year. Well, hatred and loathing of “others” is what they voted inB. Revenge and retribution is what the Pumpkinhead is hot for. So, don’t expect me to be jolly and cooperative. Kill me if you must, but you will not make me call him President anymore.
But they can not take my joy and love away. Most of the happiness in my life comes from memories of the past. I hope to outlive the Pumpkinhead. It will add to my happiness to read his obituary, especially if it contains even more felony convictions. I may not have any grandchildren, and my wife doesn’t celebrate Christmas for religious reasons. But I do still look forward to time and laughs with family.
Both of the Paffooneys in this post are mere practice doodles. Being an artist, though not a professional one, keeps me going when everything else brings gloom.
Catch a Falling Star 