King Stinks-A-Lot
No room for tyrants
Tomorrow, we’re celebrating the anniversary of our independence from a monarchy. Yet, the guy in the White House envisions himself as a monarch.
He wants to ban protests, which is a First Amendment right. He didn’t send the military to California to stop riots. He sent them to stop the protests. Ice has arrested legal residents, without charges, but citing their protests. The regime is bullying colleges to stop protests against the war in Gaza. This is not freedom. This is not independence.
Trump asked the courts for immunity from criminal charges. Every court said no until it got to the Supreme Court. One man has been ruled to be above the rest of us, and he has immunity.
The Supreme Court allowed Trump to stay on the ballots despite his waging war against this nation.
Trump waged war against this nation to remain in office. He led a white nationalist coup attempt against our country. He attacked Congress to prevent it from doing its constitutional duty of certifying the 2020 election.
Now, Congress is in Trump’s pocket and failing to work as one of the three branches.
The Supreme Court has now ruled that lower courts shouldn’t make rulings against Trump that apply nationally.
The Supreme Court failed to address Birthright Citizenship, allowing Trump to violate a Constitutional amendment. Until SCOTUS acts on this, Trump will go unchallenged.
He is building concentration camps.
He’s ordering the Department of Defense to go after his enemies.
He’s violating the Emoluments Clause, using the White House to enrich himself.
He’s talking about running for a third term, but this would just be another violation of the Constitution. If he’s talking about running for a third term, then he will be running for a third term.
Trump will not allow another election to be fair.
He’s attacking the media, and soon, the only media that will be allowed to continue to exist will be Trump media.
I left a lot out, so go ahead and fill in the blanks in the comments.
What are we celebrating this July 4th? We don’t have the Independence that this holiday was made to commemorate.
I want to move to England. At least the king they have is only ceremonial. Our king is a dictator.
Gator note: I got a stupid comment from a GoComics troll yesterday on my Alligator Alcatraz cartoon. This particular troll is a super moron. One day, he tells me I should retire because I suck so much and the next day, he’s pitching horrible cartoon subjects to me to fit his agenda. But yesterday, instead of defending the detention center, he suggested I should do some “real journalism” and “get close” to the crocs.
First off, they’re alligators, not “crocs,” unless he was talking about the stupid shoes I’ll never be seen in. You can tell the difference because alligators will see you later, and crocodiles will see you after a while. But seriously, I have gotten close to alligators. I worked in a zoo in another life.
One day at the zoo in this other life, we had to remove the alligators from their pool so it could be cleaned. It was my job to help wrangle the alligators out and then keep them out. Alligators are horrible at listening and taking orders. We actually lassoed them like cattle after I would wade into the water, and prop the gator up out of the water with a broom handle so he could be lassoed. After that, I stood on the shore of the pool and kept the curious gators out with a little tap on their noses each time they would approach the pool while it was being cleaned.
All our gators at this zoo were around five feet or so, except for one big mama, and fortunately for your then-skinny cartoonist, who’s probably tasty, she was out of the water when we began. She didn’t mess with us at all during the job.
Of course, zoo employees cleaned the pool. As it turns out, when you hire a service to clean a pool, they expect there to be zero alligators in it. Pool boys don’t want to become light snacks.
It sounds dangerous, but the gators were actually cooperative. Maybe they do listen. It was the huge alligator snapping turtles that were more of a challenge. The gators pretty much obeyed and hung out on the shore watching, but the turtles wouldn’t stop trying to get into the pool. I had to constantly drag them back by their huge tails, while also keeping an eye on the gators. They gators never tried to bite us, but those fucking turltes are constantly snapping, and they can take a foot off. I liked the gators. The turtles, not so much.
Creative note: My body is still in California. It’s here, but it thinks it’s in California. This is jet lag. I couldn’t go to sleep until around 3 a.m., which is midnight on the West Coast. I was up early today, but my brain didn’t kick in until around 2 p.m. It didn’t want to write, but when it kicked in, I wrote five ideas for this subject. You’ll see the other four soon.
I have to draw my weekly FXBG Advance cartoon tomorrow or Saturday, and I have to deliver an exclusive cartoon for one of my clients in the morning.
Music note: I listened to Infant Sorrow, which I now like less than I did before.
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Back to work tomorrow after nine days off, just in time for the 4th. At a large, busy grocery store. Yeehaw. As a patriotic observance of the day, I will be wearing my Madam President T-shirt. Of course it will be covered by my uniform shirt when I'm on the clock, but when I'm not on the clock, I can't think of a better way to observe the 4th than to protest this corrupt and illegitimate regime. We could have had a real president.
When I think about them being able to steal the election, I am hopeful that because we have 50 separate elections occurring in 50 different states under 50 different sets of rules, it will be harder to rig, not impossible, just harder.
And so our job is to help everyone understand when the federal deficit balloons, when rural hospitals close, when our harvests fail in the fields without workers, when grandma is kicked out of her senior facility and off of Medicare that it is all for the glory of this government of the Billionaires, by the Billionaires, for the Billionaires.