
Mad can mean angry.
It can also mean crazy.
It is also a magazine. He should be happy. He made the cover.

Mickey made fun of me… sad! A very sick man!
Do we really understand why the man is mad?
Could it be that too many steaks from Mar-a-Lago have given him permanent heartburn?
Something in his diet is making him have Sith eyes all the time.

There has to be a reason he tells so many lies,
And breaks wind on Twitter to give us all the gas,
To fuel explosions…
The man really is an… Biblical word for donkey.
It must be sad to be him.
Anger… dyspepsia… battling bubbling bile…
He’s really never happy, not even when he smiles.
He made a thirteen year old girl cry recently, sitting in the back of the car,
Watching ICE cart her father away to detention and eventual deportation.
If that doesn’t make him happy, I really don’t know what will.
He is planning to issue a new travel ban.
It will make life miserable for many Muslims…
Including those coming to this country with visas to get life-saving surgery.
Surely allowing something like that, life-saving surgery, is not worth making the man mad.
He deserves to have his fun.
After all, he won the most amazing election in history…
Without the help of Russian Putin, pudding, and pie…
On a platform of making sure that poor people don’t get affordable healthcare…
The issue the Republican non-silent majority care the most about in life…
Just ask Ted Cruz.

Such a lovely man… to be mad all the time. I only wish he knew that peace of mind and a quiet stomach come from doing good, eating right, and sleeping soundly at night…even during the Twitter hour. My life is a physical mess because I don’t have affordable healthcare even with Obamacare… something that will only get worse when the mad man gets his way. But I am not mad. I have done good with my life. I eat right. And I don’t sleep very well, but that is not my conscience bothering me… especially now that I have given up on tweeting with the twit-wits on Twitter.






Truly Terrible Trump Tricks
Yep, I have tried thinking about the many uses for barbed wire and dead cats rather than have to think about what Trump has been doing, and it just isn’t working. After looking up the tensile strength of various common barbed wires from different barbed wire companies, I could not find one appropriate for a cat-a-pult, and it turned out that the whole idea was a joke anyway. But he just keeps getting worse.
Here is John Green, an author I love and listen to, explaining the Immigration Boobilly Boo-Boo;
The Trumpinator has gotten the idea that he can hammer the world into a shape he likes using mallet-like executive orders. But no amount of hammering is going to turn the globe into a giant banana. His executive orders are not put through a review process, and so, are often nonsensical, inappropriate, and even dangerous.
The fact that you had to take a moment to decide if you needed to ask me if this photo was real or not tells you a lot about what you already know about Trump. He is petulant. He is childish. He throws tantrums at the drop of a hat, or the smirk of an underling, or the comments of a celebrity… I wonder if he throws tantrums about barbed wire and dead cats?
“Oh, no! Thinking about Trump made me accidentally strangle Mr. Tinkles.”
And even worse are some of the detestable deplorables that he has working for him. A man like Steve Bannon with his Breitbart background and his white supremacist crossword puzzles of racism, antisemitism, and nihilism would never have gotten power in the first place if it hadn’t been for Trump. And now he is at least the second most powerful man on Earth. Arguably, he’s the first, depending on how much his Wormtongue skills are affecting the baby mind of President Babyhands.
So, here is my pitiful attempt at mocking the evil Steve, Darklord Bannon;
I know, the angry eyebrows are simply not enough. Let me try again;
Okay, I know it’s not good enough. I promise you, if I can find a cartoon way to harpoon the great white whale, Moby Steve, I will, and then post it for all to see. I would like to be able to make a single cartoon so snarky that Bannon’s pet snake would drop over dead at the shockwaves from little old Republican ladies laughing at it and changing their opinion of Trump forever. Of course, I know, better cartoonists than I have tried and failed. That doesn’t mean it is not worth the effort.
You have probably discerned by now that I did not vote for Trump. And I have given him more than enough chance to prove what he will do for this country. I will never call him President using his proper name. He is not my president. And I do not want to live in Trump’s idea of America. This I will probably achieve sooner than expected because what he is doing to Obamacare will undoubtedly kill me.
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