Sycophants of Donald Trump accuse his critics of suffering from TDS, Trump Derangement Syndrome. They claim liberals, Democrats, and Never Trumpers in the Republican party react irrationally to everything Trump says and does, paying little attention to the details, his actions, and his successes. They claim people like me hate Trump just because he’s Donald Trump. It’s as if Trump hasn’t given anyone a good reason to criticize him.
The truth is, I don’t hate Donald Trump. I do dislike the man. Before he was president, he was a racist conman with little regard for anyone except himself. He’s the kind of guy who steals from charities, refuses to pay people who work for him, and starts a campaign to delegitimize a black president because of his race. He’s the kind of guy who boasts about what a great businessman he is while bankrupting a casino. He’s the kind of guy who hangs fake Time Magazine covers of himself in his golf clubs and calls members of the press while impersonating a fictional employee bragging about Donald Trump’s dating life. He’s the kind of guy who will cheat on his wife who is at home with a newborn, and then get on a bus and brag about it to another celebrity. He’s the kind of guy who seduces porn stars by showing them pictures of himself on magazine covers and comparing them to his daughter. He’s the kind of guy who says he’d like to date his daughter. Yeah, I don’t like that guy.
Who I do hate is President Donald J. Trump. I don’t suffer from TDS because I’m not irrational about it. My criticism of him has a bit more depth to it than “orange man bad.”
I hate a president who commits campaign fraud, obstructs justice, solicits help from a foreign adversary, sells his nation out to Vladimir Putin, uses the Justice Department to punish his enemies, violates the emoluments clause, seeks to divide the nation based on his hatred, throws children into cages, vilifies the weak while throwing tax cuts at the mega-rich, and calls nations where brown people come from “shitholes.” I hate a president who is illiterate and can’t stop tweeting about how he’s being victimized. I hate a president who fills government positions with unqualified people, like members of his family. I hate that he gave a security clearance to his dimwit son-in-law. I hate a president who attacks Gold Star families and POWs. I hate a president who doesn’t stop holding campaign rallies. I hate a president who encourages his supporters to commit violent acts. I hate a president who doesn’t understand tariffs, the nuclear triad, NATO, foreign policy, the three branches of government, and the U.S. Constitution. I hate a president who wants to waste billions on a stupid, useless, racist border wall as a vanity project. I hate a president who calls black athletes “sons of bitches.” I really hate a president who smears our allies while cozying up to dictators. I hate a president who gives murderers like Kim Jong Un and Muhammad Bin Salman a pass.
Orange man is bad, but orange president is dangerous.
To me, Trump Derangement Syndrome doesn’t describe his critics. It describes the cult that is his followers who ignore all the things I mentioned. It describes the people who defend Trump, and who also criticized Obama for wearing a tan suit, putting mustard on a burger, and claimed he was born in Kenya, on an apology tour, and was going to take away everyone’s guns. These are the people who attacked his wife for trying to get kids to eat more vegetables.
Now, if you really want to see deranged behavior, go back to last weekend’s Conservative Political Action Conference (which is less about being conservative and more about being TrumpTrumpTrumpTrumpOHMYGODTrumpTrumpTrump). Even before the deranged, incoherent, two-hour-plus rant from Trump, the derangement was off the charts. I’m talking about the entire conference’s obsessions with Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez.
If you watched the conference, then you heard how she wants to ban cows, which means no more hamburgers. They claim she wants to ban planes. They air a video of her dancing during her college years, but they darken the lighting and try to make it ominous, as though the Breakfast Club dance is equivalent to sacrificing babies, which they also accuse her of.
The point at her socialism and compare it to Venezuela, instead of places like Norway and Canada. It’s funny they compare American socialists to strongmen who prop themselves up by building their military, while American socialists always advocate for less spending on the military. But then again, these are the same idiots who claim she wants to ban cows.
Former Trump aid and super creepy guy Sebastian Gorka said she is trying to realize Stalin’s dream of taking away all our hamburgers, which is something I didn’t know Stalin was into. Mark Meadows, the Republican who has a black friend, made the same argument about taking away hamburgers…and so did Ted Cruz…and so did Donald Trump Jr, and about 50 other participants at the conference.
You would think AOC was running for president and not six years from being old enough to qualify for the job. You would think she held a leadership position in her party. You would think she wasn’t just a freshman representative. But, the CPAC crowd is so obsessed with her that they barely have time to chant “lock her up,” or cry about emails, or scream “Benghazi!”
The conference ran for four days. Four days of this hamburger nonsense. Did they actually take apart her Green New Deal on specifics or get into actual details? Nope. Did they go after the MAN who co-sponsored the non-binding legislation? Nope. Do they even know his name? Nope. But for four days, “booga, booga, booga, no more hamburgers.”
Republicans project, like Trump criticizing Obama for not releasing his school records, yet he threatens his schools not to release his. But they don’t notice their hypocrisy. A conservative who accuses you of suffering from Trump Derangement Syndrome probably has 148 AOC memes on his Facebook page, the majority of them dealing with cow farts. They’re oblivious.
Trump and his sycophants are the ones who truly are deranged. Unfortunately, they’re often successful in shaping the narrative. We can’t let the deranged set the tone or the agenda going into the next presidential election.
That would be deplorable.
What kind of person would want to be part of something that disparages, slanders, and disrespects Dear Leader and his sycophantic followers? Hopefully, you.
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