Gropy Pandering

Donald Trump’s convention was a message of unity that wasn’t.

Trump started his speech by talking about the assassination attempt that hurt his ear. He wore the large ridiculous bandage on his ear which was mimicked by his followers who like to call Democrats “Sheeple.” Trump said, “I’m not supposed to be here tonight.” He’s right.

Trump is not supposed to be in this position to win the presidency, or to be a party’s nominee, and he never should have been in that position in 2016. He should not be in a position where the majority of voters don’t seem to remember he’s the only president (sic) who refused to leave office peacefully. And oh my god, he should not be in any position to speak at a political convention for over 90 minutes. There were lots of “never seen anything like it” and “like never before.”

One of my Facebook followers, Bobby Clarke, called it “90 minutes of word spaghetti.” Except, spaghetti is awesome and instead of marinara, Trump’s spaghetti was covered with bullshit.

Trump said, “We must not demonize political disagreements” before calling Nancy Pelosi “crazy.” This is the same guy who recently called his critics “vermin” and suggested a military tribunal for another.

Speaking for 90 minutes is dictator shit. Fidel Castro used to do that. But if you put a dime in the jukebox to hear Donald Trump lie and talk about himself, you gotta let the entire song play out. And that’s what Trump did…talked about himself.

But the one minute that he didn’t fluff himself, he talked about Corey Comperatore, the retired fireman who was killed at the rally when a sniper was aiming at Trump. Trump said “God is on my side” and saved him from the bullet, but apparently, God isn’t on Corey’s.

Trump had Corey Comperatore’s firefighter helmet and coat displayed on stage but the last name was misspelled. The fire department later said that was intentional as they didn’t have enough room for one of the letters, and Corey liked it.

But the thing that was most gag-worthy was Trump kissing the helmet. It was about as sincere when he read all the unity bullshit off the teleprompter in a dry monotone manner.

I wonder how Republicans don’t have the ability to see through the bullshit but then I remember it took them four seasons to catch on that The Boys was lampooning them.

Creative note: I’m home. This cartoon started at the Milwaukee airport terminal at around 4 a.m. While working on it, a very young girl (like 20s, so young to me) with nose rings who reminded me of Kate Micucci (she kinda looked like her, and she had her voice) interrupted me, in a friendly manner, to ask if I was drawing. We had a nice and brief conversation about cartoons. I gave her my card so she could find this site.

The cartoon was completed at the Amtrak station near the Baltimore airport and finished on a train. A very bumpy train.

As I said, I’m home. And I’m glad to be home because I’m burned out on MAGAts. Even my plane had MAGAts. So many red fucking hats. Anyways, I’m going to screw up my sleep schedule even further after this blog is finished and I eat something (I had two donuts in Atlanta).

I want to thank a lot of people for helping make my trip to Milwaukee happen. First, I gotta thank Deb Milbrath for setting me up with a place to stay. You may recognize her name from the comments on this page. She rocks. She called her friend Ginny who lives in Milwaukee and allowed me to stay in a spare room in her house. Ginny, like Deb, is an amazing person. She didn’t know me but said any friend of Deb’s is a friend of hers. And since I’m a good friend of Deb’s, she knew my politics were in the right place. Ginny went out of the way with her hospitality and generosity. While showing me some of the city on my last day, the only way she’d let me reciprocate and show my appreciation was by buying her a Bloody Mary. Milwaukee has a thing about Bloody Marys.

I want to thank my two new buddies, Galvin and Mike, whom I met in Milwaukee and later took me out to a pub where Galvin’s girlfriend worked and introduced me to Pull Tabs and Spotted Cow. We became good friends pretty quickly. I don’t know why after meeting me, Galvin, who later introduced me to Mike, wanted to be my buddy. That doesn’t often happen with me. Thanks for making a great trip even better, guys. You better come to DC.

And I want to thank everyone who supported this trip financially. They are John, Julie, David, Shari, David, Ginny, Patrick, Rebecca, Judy, Alan, Diane, Mary, Peter, and Mike. If you see your name there, it’s probably you. If you contributed and I missed it, oops. I’m sorry. But each and every single one of you rock!

I didn’t make a hard push for contributions this time (like with the Trump Arraignment Tour). There were no requests on social media, just here. But I may push a bit harder for the upcoming Chicago trip for the Democratic National Convention. For this one, I’m not staying in someone’s home as I’ll be in a hotel.

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