This time around I have been ignoring the essential cartoonist’s duty to comment on the doody made by the doo-doo makers who are once again in charge of everything because the fox eventually gets to run the chicken coop when the MAGA hens get high on sniffing all the chicken poop. Especially when the poo-poo smells are delivered by FOX News. I need to make up for that in purple paisley prose along with good cartoons from the cartoony gents who have signed their newsy work in the news.
I refer to the Pumpkinhead President with the bull-puckie cannon in place of a mouth as the Monkeyother Firetrucker. You can probably figure out which letters to leave out to arrive at my actual assessment of Don Cheetoh Trumpioni. He is kissy-kissy-bottom friends with the Porkypine Putin because the Russian bear has probably gotten photos of the Pumpkinhead with the Golden-shower Russian Bares. Yes, I know I am being disrespectful. But I suppose I have to go miles and piles of insults further to catch up with the insulting hurricane of disrespects he has heaped on me and us.
If Mr. Codor’s Russian Bear bites the Pumpkinhead’s Pumpkin off, it will slow the fellow down some because he will no longer have a burger-eating hole to suck in McDonald’s burgers with. It won’t kill him. Assassins have already proved that. And he’s the only felon in history to be convicted of so many felonies and then just allowed to run for Prexydent and go Skotty-free. No crime or crime fighter can touch him. The thick layer of bronzer prevents that.
So, it really is my sacred dooty as a cartoony maker of Paffoonies, as an American Cartoonist, to make dookie on the kookie as the subject of cartoons. And If you don’t understand what I am trying to say, it’s, “This Monkey is not a good Monkey. Let’s fire him, with a really hot fire.”
Catch a Falling Star 