Well, I guess the Republicans are done saying that Trump is just a novelty who will fade once the voting starts.  Many candidates tolerated Donald Trump and tried to “rise above” his awful statements by pretending he wasn’t a serious threat.  Remember when Ted Cruz called Trump “terrific” and said, “I think he speaks the truth?”  Cruz isn’t saying that anymore.  

If the Republican establishment wants to block The Donald, they better think of another plan besides pushing a candidate who has won just one state and whose cutting edge campaign tactic is resorting to dick jokes.  The Republican Party has created a beast they can’t control.  I’m not talking about Donald Trump, I’m talking about the people who are supporting him and voting for him.  Funny how years of trafficking in veiled and not-so-veiled hate, racism and fear can actually come back and destroy your party.  

I hope this is just a traumatic upheaval in the Republican Party and not one that makes it all the way to the White House.  (Tactically, it’s probably the best thing for Hillary and the Democratic Party, but this resurgent demagoguery makes me nervous as hell.)  Enjoy the cartoon and please check out my Patreon page, where you can help support political animation, go behind-the-scenes and snatch up prints, originals and other goodies!



Don't be to sure that Hillary is going to be triumphant....
Trump is very amusing, but he is also a serious danger to our nation not to mention an utter Embarrasment to a National Image, as if we weren't in enough trouble! As much as I admire Bernie, he must get out of the way, rather than force Hillary into wasting funds better spent battleing Trump.

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It's finally setting in: Trump is Trump and he’s not going to change because of winning the nomination.

The new head of the Environmental Protection has a history of suing the agency for trying to do its job.

By Wendell Berry

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front

Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more 
of everything ready made. Be afraid 
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery 
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card 
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something 
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know. 
So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord. 
Love the world. Work for nothing. 
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it. 
Denounce the government and embrace 
the flag. Hope to live in that free 
republic for which it stands. 
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man 
has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Ask the questions that have no answers. 
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.

Say that the leaves are harvested 
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus 
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion—put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come. 
Expect the end of the world. Laugh. 
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts. 
So long as women do not go cheap 
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy 
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep 
of a woman near to giving birth? 
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie easy in the shade. Rest your head 
in her lap. Swear allegiance 
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos 
can predict the motions of your mind, 
lose it. Leave it as a sign 
to mark the false trail, the way 
you didn’t go. Be like the fox 
who makes more tracks than necessary, 
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

Wendell Berry is a poet, farmer, and environmentalist in Kentucky. This poem, first published in 1973, is reprinted by permission of the author and appears in his “New Collected Poems” (Counterpoint).

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