PIGS IN SPACE!

Yes, I know. The rampaging Trumpster fire has so much horrid, lurid stuff going on it’s nearly impossible to follow it all, so in all honesty, I just don’t. But some stuff is just so, so irresistible…

Like our Orange Overlord’s blather in his Tuesday speech to the flying Jarheads and Squids at Miramar that he would like to launch a “Space Force.” Yes. Really. A SIXTH branch of our military, a mash-up of the Air Force and Marines that supersedes our peaceful research only NASA that’s based in space. Fun! Imagine weaponizing NASA and making Mars a military outpost!

Good ol’ Cadet Bonespurs couldn’t put his own butt on the line for Vietnam and won’t budget any real money for our current veterans, but he thinks somehow an outer space troopers force will make him the supreme military leader he wants us to believe he is. Well, hey, bitchin’. Let’s enlist our supposed commander-in-chief to his fabled Space Force and ship him off to Mars.

Sans space suit. After all, he’s in superb physical shape, isn’t he? He’ll hardly need air pressure and oxygen and stuff. Right, Captain Bonespurs?

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