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The Plot: Father Bear mistakes Trump for a giant orange cheese ball. A mistake anyone could make.
No bad bears.
This whole week has been an example of what happens when you do benign, non-controversial, cute cartoons.
No one cares.
There is not one comment over at gocomics.com. No one is bemused. No one is angry. No one thinks we’re geniuses. No one thinks we suck.
See… this is why we compare Donald Trump to an orange bag of endoskeletal goo.
Also, there’s NO WAY Trump is 236 lbs. I’m 6’2″ and 232 lbs. I look like positively anorexic next to the TrumpBlimp.
Okay, well maybe not anorexic, but certainly somewhat slimmer. A bit slimmer. Slim-ish.
Hey! At least I’m not orange!
I suppose one could argue that generalizing is a survival skill leftover from life on the savanna. One lion ate my friend. Perhaps all lions have a taste for friends. Maybe I should err on the sider of caution and avoid lions.
Reasonable? Sure. 30,000 years ago.
Today, we have this thing called a frontal lobe that allows us to overrule our baser instincts. So, when you witness a bloviating squirrel headed rotting tangerine faced serial lying race baiting nowhere near a billionaire you really shouldn’t think all bloviating squirrel headed rotting tangerine faced serial lying race baiting nowhere near a billionaire billionaires are the alike.
Seriously. You shouldn’t.
I think I just wrote “trump supporters.” But T (without consultation) changed it to Trump Lumps. Which is certainly better. Would have been nice to confirm it’s better, but T didn’t give me that chance.
Grumble. Grumble. Grumble.
As big as Mar-A-Lago is, it’s not nearly big enough.
PLEASE do the right thing.