Here’s some rancid egg nog

It’s your friendly neighborhood krampus here to give you some more holiday jeer. (Krampus? What’s that? Well, Google it, but; in German mythology, the krampus is the counterpart to Santa Claus…)

Part of what helped get our Orange Overlord “elected” was his shameless massaging of the culture wars, to wit, his expedient act of supporting of everybody being expected to say “Merry Christmas” instead of “Happy Holidays.” (This coming from a greedy miser who wasn’t even a practicing Christian until fall 2015. Yes, really.) So he wings it to St. Louis with copious Christmas trees (which were originally pagan) and American flags (we’re supposed to be an ecumenical nation) to plug his trickle down economics “tax reform,” all the while screaming “Merry Christmas!”, as if giving mega-corporations and fat cats huge tax cuts at the expense of us Soylent Green is somehow an appropriate way to celebrate his supposed savior’s birthday, Uh, yeah.

Oh, and speaking of sexual predators like Donnie Doublescoops… What in the hell is wrong with men over the age of 50, anyway? Every time you look up at the cable news or the computer screen, another powerful male celebrity is getting punched down by his sleazy, bullying past. Matt Lauer, Charlie Rose… I can’t keep up, and I’m beginning to get really nauseated. (Yes, I can judge; I’ve molested and/or fondled and/or date-raped NOBODY, ever!) C’mon, boys… You can’t handle competing with women? Didn’t your moms teach it’s wrong to treat women like they were used sex toys? Awww… Poor pussies! Life is full of hardships, isn’t it, fellas?

John Pierce
Starving cartoonist sans portfolio. Native Angeleno but I'll be mellow when I dead (thanks, Al Yankovic). I live to bully bullies!

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