They keep saying, “Get over it, crybaby!” One suspects that there would’ve been far more angry lashing out on Facebook and elsewhere where the blue sphere and the red sphere intersect if the election had gone the other way. But I get it. They want to celebrate and glory in it. The nyeah-nyeah-nyeahs are simply a bully’s way of expressing that. The Trumpkins and the Trolls have their day in the sun. Let’s hope the sunlight does for them the things it is purported to do for evil.

But personally I am impressed with the grace and good will that Barack Obama and the Clintons have shown in their concession messages to the President-elect. I am fairly sure that would’ve been different too if the election had gone the other way. It seems, in fact, that Trump saying already he may preserve portions of the Affordable Care Act is a direct result of the professional approach used by the current President in talking to the President-elect about transition. But there is much that remains on a newly defined battlefield that needs to be considered in the war to come.
Peaceful protests are going on everywhere, even in Texas. (I know there has been some violence, but the intent is peaceful and protesting is our constitutional right. Don’t even try to tell me the other side wouldn’t be doing worse.) But we on the losing side accept that we lost. Just as they now have the right to pursue their agenda, we have the right to defend ours. And it is supposed to be the case that the argument results in a compromise for the benefit of all. Let them consider our input. If not, we still have those who defend us working on the case in Congress.
I am done with being fearful or sad. I was already facing the darkness directly on a personal level. I still intend to joke around a lot, and probably call Trump the Orangutan President, but humor is my weapon of choice against the darkness, the way I choose to shine my own small light. I don’t believe in practically anything the new administration in this country stands for, but I didn’t during the Reagan and Bush eras either. And there are always ways to find compromise and a solution to every problem. I concede the election. But I do NOT give up. The fight itself may very well keep me alive a bit longer. I am sure that makes old Cinnamon Hitler quake in his penny loafers. (Yes, I know he has no idea I am even alive, but there are many things he has no idea about that he really should be worried about now. Besides, exaggeration is a form of humor too, not just a tool for blow-hards to make themselves look bigger than they really are.)






Doom is Imminent, It’s Time to Sing!
**This is a repost of my prediction from 11/2/2016 that Trump would win the presidency in 2016, posted again because Pogo and I are concerned he is on track to do it again from prison in 2024.
Yessir, the Cubs have a chance to win their first World Series since 1908 tonight. They have not won the title since Tinker to Evers to Chance was the double-play combo of poetic proportions. They have never won in my lifetime, and I am quite old. So, there is proof positive the world is about to end.
Yes, I can even describe the mechanics of the thing. Donald Trump will be elected President of the United States thanks to Mr. Comey’s timely reveal of more scandalous emails that he has not read and chuckled about yet. You know, the ones that he couldn’t have actually read yet because they come from potential pedophile Anthony Weiner’s computer, and he had to have a separate warrant from a judge to read anything that may have to do with Hillary, even though probably none of them contain nude pictures from Hillary, and she probably didn’t even write those emails. The world had to know about that right before the election, especially members of the Republican House Committee for examining Hillary’s every boo-boo. So, the Donald will win, because nobody is doing any press conferences on the FBI investigation on his ties to the Russian government through the biggest bank in Russia. ‘Taint important, Pogo.
And once the great orange pumpkin-head is our next president, our health care will no longer be under the misguided protection of Obamacare. Instead, it will will be taken care of by “something terrific” that will make high profits for somebody, and make certain that I will never be able to pay another medical bill (since those who are deceased rarely do).
And, of course, President Pompadoodle will be able to declare that we no longer have to believe in the climate change hoax. The result being that we will soon be able to buy beachfront property in Iowa and Missouri, be able to purchase our breathable air in factory-made brick-form, and possibly grow a helpful third eye from the mutating effects of nuclear radiation.
And, lastly, I would like to thank the late great Walt Kelly for illustrating today’s post. One wonders how a cartoonist can look so far ahead from the 1960’s to do such a fine job of illustrating the problems of 2016? Will miracles never cease? I mean, really, we could probably do with a few less of these industrial grade miracles made out of recycled elephant poop.
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