Micheal the brown-nose reindeer

No, kids. I did not have the intestinal fortitude necessary to endure the bogus tax scam celebrations yesterday on the White House lawn. Just the samples I saw and/or heard on TV and radio are nauseating enough. I’m always stunned by people who claim they’re Christians, and then they go out of their way to violate every flippin’ tenet of their supposed savior. That’s really no way to honor that mythical modest carpenter from Galilee.

And it was truly disturbing to witness grown adults, including our most pious Vice President* Mike Pence, fawn and schmooze all over our dear maximum Orange Overlord. The saccharine splurting out of Mikie’s smarmy, homophobic lips about his wondrous boss during that day’s cabinet meeting and the “tax reform” festival could have made maggots puke, and his supposed savior personally punch him in the face.

Such sycophancy coming from a man who could wind up getting as much prison time as Donnie Dollfingers from the Russian meddling scandal! You can’t spend that ill-deserved tax cut from a Club Fed, Pence… And don’t count on interim President Paul “Granny-Starver” Ryan to grant you a pardon. (But I bet you’ll be the belle of the ball in Gitmo!) Don’t forget the mouthwash.

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