Secret Washington Trump Indictment Diary

Congratulations. You made the cut! Just like I did with Miami, I’m going to Washington to chronicle Trump’s THIRD indictment. Everyone who has contributed to this trip gets access to this secret page. I don’t know if I’ll have time to make any drawings exclusive for this page, but you’re going to get a lot of photos and videos.

Washington is a lot closer to me than Miami, but there are still expenses (I’m staying two nights). Thank you for helping me cover these indictments. This is history in the making and I’m so glad you’re not just watching me cover it, but helping me do it. The adventure begins today.

Let’s roll.


Let’s hope we don’t hit any cars or trees this time. It’s a short trip from Fredericksburg to Washington, D.C, only lasting about an hour.

There is an extremely potent sweet stinky weed smell on this train.

I’m here.

I just checked in. I have a view of Farragut Square. I actually know this hotel pretty well and it’s a great spot in the city. There are metro stations on both ends of the square so you can get anywhere in the city by train except to Georgetown. The hotel is near the White House. There’s also an Irish tavern down the street where I’m about to venture because I haven’t eaten all day. I was planning to purchase sunscreen from the CVS down the street but it’s shut down. Dammit. Now where am I going to buy condoms, I mean sunscreen…SUNSCREEN. Where am I going to buy some sunscreen?


Fried fish tacos at Black Finn for lunch. I wanted something that wasn’t too heavy and fish tacos was a good call. Don’t give me any shit about the beer.

Here’s a treat for those who’ve supported this trip. I started this cartoon while still at my apartment. I think I’m going to finish and publish it either tomorrow or Friday. Now, when you see the finished version on social media, you can say that you saw it in its early stages.

Update: Here’s the finished version.

Most of the lights are out. Someone might have an early bedtime.
Old Ebbitt Grill. I drank Modelo while I was here. On the night of the Herblock Awards Lecture/ceremony, a cartooning colleague and I shut this place down. We drank more than Modelo that night.
Walking along Black Lives Matter Plaza on the way home.
The rats were out tonight. I saw about 20 of Pizza Rat’s cousins during my trip. In fact, I see more rats in Washington than I do in New York City. Maybe they’re following me.

A rough I’m considering. I actually drew two outlines for this one.

Update: This became the cartoon for the CNN Opinion newsletter.

Another rough that may become a cartoon. What do you think?

Drawing in the hotel’s club room. I liked this room. In addition to coffee, the machine makes lattes and espressos. I commandeered the TV.

And another rough that may become a cartoon.

The first video from today’s event. The rest are going to be YouTube uploads.

Hey, kids. I just returned from the courthouse. Here comes a big photo dump.

The press. They outnumbered Trumpers.

I found some MAGAts. I’m really surprised at how small this turnout was.

Honestly, some of these MAGAts were the dickiest MAGAts I’ve ever come across, but that’s probably because some of them were involved with the January 6 insurrection.

Her name is Dawn and she’s bolder than any MAGAt. She got right up between them and shut them down. At first, I thought she was one of them by the design of her banner and that she was standing there with them, to their annoyance. We became friends. I hope you see this, Dawn.

Nice guy.

A very nice guy.

This guy was an asshole. He got a lot of interviews and he lied his treasonous balls off in each one. He got too much play from the press. I understand that we need to see that these guys are out there, but we don’t need to give them 100 ten-minute interviews.

Another lying asshole who got too much play from the press. This one is literally protesting for a terrorist.

I love Washington. The courthouse was very close to where the insurrection happened.

Nice ladies.

She was very nice. I saw her throughout the event.

Finally! A reason to like Jar-Jar.

This is not fair to rats.

Nice sign.

This is revolting. Talk about grooming. And a few minutes later, I heard some of the MAGAts complain that the kids could hear the Resistance’s chants of “fuck Trump,” never mind the fact that MAGAt parents took their children to rally for a racist shitweasel who tried to overturn an election.

We were next to the Canadian embassy.

There was so much horse shit at the courthouse today, and then these guys showed up.

At the start, I couldn’t find any MAGAts.

This nice lady was trolling MAGAts. We were getting milkshakes from a food truck at the same time and she told me there were January 6 insurrectionists across the street…and then brought me to them. And notice how they all rushed to gang up on her.

This guy was all about “Crooked Hillary” and “Demonrats.” Also, he’s a lying asshole. He got his ass handed to him later by a “Nasty Woman.”

She had bigger balls than all the MAGAts put together.

She continued to shout their lies down.

I wish I had recorded the beginning of this because the woman with the Resistance was across the street with a megaphone, and she opened this debate with, “Didn’t I see you in Miami?,” to the blue shirt MAGAt fuck. He yelled back, “Yeah, you did.” And then she said, “I thought I recognized you from your tiny penis.”

This is Karen and she has a pin on her shirt reading, “I’m a good Karen. I met her in Miami. She’s from New York and she was at that indictment too. I told her, “I’ll see you in Atlanta.

Check out Trump Baby.

Thanks again to everyone who helped make this trip possible. I’m actually prepping in case I have to leave town again this week. This page is now public.

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