Four cartoons, tossed off while I watched and cried
Wow, that was a very uncomfortably close call. I never realized how near destruction our republic was. It was well beyond my imaginings, even though I’m a world-class worst-case imaginer. I hope we right the stones to resurrect a stronger, more fair, more stable country.
For the first several months after Trump won in 2016, I truly expected to wake up from a bad dream. Four years later, it finally happened. Phew.
I wonder what horrid stories will be told to Major and Champ from the smells left behind by the previous tenants.
Speaking of smells left behind, this one’s low, I admit. It’s mean and tasteless and superfluous and beside the point. And yet here it is.
(They’re not my best drawings, but they capture a little of this day for me.)
