Here is my cartoon I drew for the day before President Obama took office. I don’t think there really were any spontaneous marches of joy, but there should have been. Contrast this to the glorious protests going on around the country. I am marching in spirit and both of my sisters are there. So proud of these nasty women (and men too)!


And here is from the day after his inauguration that I thought was apt. Last night at six my daughter said, jokingly, “Well, Trump can’t be that bad of a president– the country is still standing.” To which I replied, “It’s only been six hours, give him time.” While my son mumbled at the same moment,”Talk about setting the bar  low!”


After the lows of yesterday, seeing everyone out there today has given me a glimmer of hope. Too bad, really, that so many were apathetic about Hillary. She really would have changed the world.

God Bless you President Obama.

I will miss having a sane, thoughtful, smart and dignified President.  I will miss eight scandal free years.  I will miss soaring, inspirational speeches and our beloved FLOTUS, Michelle.  I will miss your compassion and your judgment and your innate goodness.  In other words, I will miss you.

You did the things you set out to do, and you did them despite having no help from the Republicans.  You are a decent, honorable man, and I have been proud to have you as our President.  I wanted to meet you while you were in the white house, and I still hope to, someday.  I would love to tell you this stuff in person.

I have prayed for you, many times, these last few years.  I have prayed for the safety of you and your family.  I have prayed for God to give you wisdom and discernment and he obviously answered all of my prayers.  Our country is only better off for your service.

I have not agreed with everything you did, but I trusted you enough to concede that you, perhaps, knew more about any given situation than me, and were doing, always, what you thought was right.  You earned that trust.  You earned that benefit of the doubt.  The incoming administration… whew.  Not so much.

Go rest now.  Your legacy will stand no matter what bull they have temporarily voted into the White House china shop.

Thanks again.  For everything.

A Fellow American

I have always liked Hillary Clinton.  She is strong and honest and loyal.  She is a hard worker.  She fights for woman’s and children’s rights.  It sickened me when, during the election, the media chose to mostly post negative stories about her.  To talk about how much people disliked her and distrusted her.  To act like she was on the same level as Trump, when really, she was so far above him it was ludicrous.  All these polls showed how much people despised her, when I really think that was a false story.  A story fed, daily, by the media.  I love her and no one, ever, asked me my thoughts on her.  Who were these people they were polling?  It sure wasn’t me.

I liked her so much that I changed from being a Green Party member (I joined in college) to Democrat, just so I could vote in the primaries for her.  I was so excited and proud to vote for her that I voted early, in Florida.  Too bad, because of the Electoral college, my vote did not count at all, but I cast it, proudly, for our first woman candidate.  I would have voted for her a hundred times if I could have, but I will leave the voting fraud to the Republicans.  Yep, I went there. Mmmmm hmmmm.

Firsts, of anything, are important.  George Washington was a good first president. Barack Obama was a terrific first black President.  And Hillary Clinton would have made a fantastic first woman President.  I wanted and I continue to long for a woman President.  I think we need that feminine perspective in the top job in the land, and Hillary was uniquely qualified for the job.  If our strongest woman candidate was beaten, for whatever nefarious reason, it might be hard to get the party to nominate another one anytime soon.  And that would be unfortunate.

I am putting the party on notice.  You have woken me up and I won’t go back to sleep. I expect another woman to be nominated next time, and the time after that, and at least forty-two more times after that (in other words, as many times as it takes until we finally get our Madame President).  This gender inequality thing has got to stop.  I can already hear the whining starting.  But, but, we need a Hispanic President next or another black one… well, she can be either, I am not picky!  I don’t care if she is black, white, Indian, Muslim, lesbian, Hispanic, Asian (or anything else), as long as she is qualified (this won’t be a problem.  There are many, many qualified female Democrats out there). Hit two birds with one stone while you are at it, but get to doin’ it. We will be watching.

And to the Republicans, I want a woman President, but I will not vote for just any woman.  As Hillary said, “Woman’s rights are human rights, and human rights are women’s rights.”  If your female nominee (this might be a moot point because I cannot see this ever happening here) votes against woman’s rights, she will lose.  I won’t vote for her and I am so primed to lift women up that it would take a, a… a female Trump for me not to vote for her.

In other, related news, why the heck is Hillary Clinton going to the inauguration tonight?  I understand, really, I do, that it is customary for ex-Presidents and their wives to go to inaugurations.  But this situation is not customary. Hillary, as a former first lady who just ran for and lost the Presidency in a highly contested election, should maybe be given a bye from this duty.  If she goes she will be scrutinized for the tiniest weakness, and if she stays home she will be called a sore loser.  She is damned if she goes and damned if she misses, so she might as well skip it.  She could join the large Democratic boycott and call it good. Honestly, if anyone was ever entitled to boycott an inauguration, she would be the person and this would be the one.  She’s given enough skin to this game—let her wounds heal in private, huh?

I do not want to see her there, grimace-smiling through gritted teeth, (I’m fine, no really, I’m FINE), laughing too loud and boisterously (See how fine I am?) as the whole world watches and waits for the cracks to start appearing.  The Republicans will smirk evilly as Bill, obliviously, glad-hands the crowds because this is his element! And you know Trump will mock Hillary in person to his cheering crowd that he has bought and paid for.  He cannot help himself.  He is incapable of being the bigger man.  Of showing grace to a defeated foe.  This is the stuff of nightmares!  I know I have a good imagination and it could end up being fine, but why chance it?  Better to be home, curled up with a good book, or better even than that—be in Hawaii, or hey, come to the Keys! with your family, soaking up the sun and paying this fuckery no mind.

President Clinton, Hillary suffered enough humiliation when you were in the white house.  Take care of your wife.  If she won’t make this call, do it for her.  She is not a robot and she shouldn’t have to pretend that she is one.  Emotions are not weakness.  Why does she always have to be the strong woman?  This should have been her moment, it was stolen from her, and that kind of thing takes time to get over.  So please, for her mental health, take a sick day.  She deserves it!

Hillary has earned her rest.  Whatever happens in Washington from now on is not on her.  The weight of the world will never be on her shoulders.  Unfortunately, Trump is far too self-absorbed to feel it when that weight settles in on his.

 

Donald Trump is not my president.  I say that with a heavy heart and a heavier spirit, feeling hopeless about the future of the United States, and traumatized by the brutality of the past year.  Donald Trump is not my president because I refuse to normalize his abhorrent behavior with my acceptance.  I did not vote for him and I am baffled by the people who did. I know they voted for him with confidence and pride– What do they see in him that I don’t?  Is there good in him that I am missing?  Is there truth there and competence and compassion that I have somehow overlooked?   If there is, someone please point it out to me, please, so that I can get over this thing and move on.  All I know is, right now, every time I think of Trump as our President, I feel a swooping dread settle into the pit of my stomach right before a furious resentment sets in; My family and my friends and I will be forced to go through the upcoming Apocalypse alongside his supporters, when, if life were fair, we would be exempt from the trouble to come, being that we knew better than to vote him in.

These next few years (who knows how many, really, as impeachment looms large in the background already) will drag by filled with turmoil and lies and loss of rights, unless, of course, we all just go up in a fireball or slowly expire in a nuclear winter.  If we have to go, I vote for the fireball, by the way.  Less pain.  Less muss and fuss. Whether Trump’s time in office is a trudge toward impeachment or the quick flash and burn of a nuclear war, is, in my mind, a toss-up between two scary options.  Whether we live or die could come down to a Twitter fight, or whichever way the wind is blowing that day.  No, really.

It feels like a bad dream.  It cannot be true.  Trump cannot be about to take the oath of office.  I am in mourning.  Hillary Clinton trounced him in all three debates. Doesn’t matter.  She was the adult to his toddler.  Who cares?  She had experience galore.  Gobs of experience.  He had none.  Fun Fact:  Did you know that Donald Trump will be the first President in history that has never served in public office, OR been a General?  How is this man competent to be our Commander-in-Chief? Would you choose a brain surgeon who had never operated before and held no medical degree? No?  Not even if he were super-de-duper extra confident in his abilities?  Still no?  Then why did anyone choose a person to run this country, to run the world, basically, who has no relevant experience under his belt?  It just makes no sense to me.  It’s one thing to shake things up, it’s another to reward cocksure incompetence.

Trump is not a politician, he’s a businessman– and not even a particularly good one! He got his start with a generous loan from his rich Daddy, and then went bankrupt, like, six or seven times.  Worshipping money, cheating your vendors, stiffing your creditors and taking credit where none is due are not good qualities to have in a President.  Hell, they are not good qualities to have, period. Not to mention that he refuses to release his taxes so we have no idea who he is beholden to, and I heard he had mob ties…. Still, it would be one thing if he realized he was in over his head and spent all of his time studying and trying to get up to speed before the inauguration—but that is not what is happening.  Trump doesn’t know what he is doing and he doesn’t care to learn.  He prefers to wing it because he thinks (and I know this because he has said it on the record) he and his big brain are the only things that can fix this country.  …God help us all.

I will never get with the program and support Trump for the good of the country, because he is not, in fact, good for our country.  He has not bothered to hide any of his egregious flaws.  In fact, he celebrates them all, proudly bragging about them and reveling in his own wickedness.  Anyone with any kind of a heart should be able to see what kind of a man he really is. (I am lookin’ at YOU Evangelicals.  God opposes the proud—or did you forget that?  I am convinced that God allowed Trump to win to teach this country a hard lesson).

As for me, I refuse to wait and see what kind of havoc Trump can wreck on our country.  I will not grace him with a period of unopposed time, while hoping for the best and giving him the benefit of the doubt.  That would be ridiculous and misguided.  Trump has not earned my trust nor my respect.  I will not stand by and watch Muslims (or anyone) being forced to register with the government (will they have to wear emblems stitched to their clothing next so we can all pick them out)? I will not stand by and allow anyone to be forced into internment camps.  I will not overlook Trump’s attacks on Hispanic people and disabled people and women.  I will not help him implement his horrid agenda of taking money and health care and birth control from the poor to further enrich Mr. and Mrs. Fabulously Wealthy.  I can’t.  I won’t.  I am going to stand up.  I am going to resist. I am going to fight.

Sour grapes you say? “ Those Dems just need to get over it– Trump won fair and square”.   …Except that he didn’t.  Not really, and that is kind of the point. Thank you Rep. John Lewis for standing up and saying what a lot of people have been thinking privately.  Trump is illegitimate.  (Apparently, only Trump can call a President illegitimate.  How dare anyone else even think such a thing about him)! An election where Russians hack in and try to swing the election for their preferred candidate by harming one candidate’s credibility and spreading misinformation about them is not a fair election.  When one candidate (with possible ties to Russia) publicly tells Russia to hack the other candidate’s emails and they do!  That is not a fair election.  Not to mention James Comey and his partisan, misogynist idiocy, where he had dirt on both candidates for President but only went public with the stuff he had on the one with the vagina.   (That man should be fired for what he did.  He should be brought up on charges, because he and his agenda helped swing this election to Trump).   Need I go on?  Wikileaks, and the press lapping it up, gleefully printing new emails every day (would ANYONE like to have their private emails blasted to the entire world?  Could anyone come out smelling like roses with that kind of humiliating, daily scrutiny?).  Despite all of that, Clinton still won the popular vote by almost three million votes.  She lost the Presidency due to the Electoral college—by a total of less than 100,000 votes, I believe, and Trump has the temerity to go on and on about his landslide win…  Man, this election was the poster child for election fraud, and yet we are all pretending not to notice that man behind the curtain.  Not me.  Not anymore.  I prefer to whip the curtain back and see what we are dealing with—and it ain’t pretty (I wish he’d keep his shirt on).

You don’t need to actually go in and hack voting machines to swing a close election in your favor, though I wouldn’t be surprised if we someday find out that the Russians did that too.  If you look at it logically, if the Russians were willing to interfere with our election, why would they then grow a conscience and stop short of hacking the actual voting machines? (No, that’s just too far.  We will go this far and no farther)! We might not want it to be true, and there might be no real way to prove it—nor might it be in the country’s best interest if it were proven, but ignoring it doesn’t make the possibility go away.  I wish we could have this discussion in this country, without being seen as conspiracy theorists. If the tables were turned and the exact same thing had happened to Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton was now the President elect, cozying up to and defending the President of the very country who had cheated and helped her win, would that be ok?  Would anyone consider that to have been a fair election?  No.  And neither was this.

One last analogy.  Suppose you and a bunch of other millionaires were playing Monopoly with real money, and real stakes, and the banker gave himself twice as much money as everyone else to begin. Is that fair play?  Would you be ok with it when he proceeded to win all your money and property?  Now, suppose the banker gave another player twice the bank, unbeknownst to that player, and he won big.  Would that be fair? Let’s say that afterwards, the banker fessed up to what he had done, but instead of having a rematch, the winning player called you all losers, patted himself on the back, did a victory lap and went to buy himself an island.  Maybe you’d be a little bitter.  I know how that feels.

Election day was, for me, a dark and devastating one.  As a woman.  As a human being, I have not yet come to terms with the results.  I feel like we were robbed of our rightful Madame President and there is nothing I can do about it.  Even if Trump should someday be impeached for election fraud, for cheating, for helping the Russians, for something completely different, Hillary Clinton will not, then, become the President.  That ship has sailed.  Mike Pence would win the prize, and he is almost as bad (if not worse when it comes to LGBTQ and woman’s rights) than Trump is.  That, in a nutshell, is why I am still so pissed off about the results, and if you need to call it sour grapes, well, so be it.  But don’t try to gaslight me into thinking that none of this happened or matters.

I despise Trump’s racism and his misogyny.  I am thoroughly creeped out and frightened by Trump’s sexually predatory attacks on women.  I am disturbed by his inability to tell the truth—about, literally, anything.  He praises violent dictators and seems to identify with them.  He has sketchy ties to Russia.  He is a demagogue.  This crooked, boastful, authoritarian, vengeful, bigoted, mentally ill carnival barker, who daily, no, hourly, makes up his own reality to suit his ego, and who seems to be overflowing with a plethora of really scary personality disorders, is about to become the President of the United States of America.  If that doesn’t send a shiver down your spine you are made of stone.

The press needs to do a better job of holding Trump accountable for his words and his actions.  They need to take back their power before they have none left to wield.  They should have many chances to do that because Trump is constantly in the news about something.  Who wants to think about your President every single day?  I don’t.  I want my President to fade into the background.  I want to go to sleep at night confident that there is a sober adult flying the plane.  I do not want to see him erupt in embarrassing Twitter fights at the slightest provocation.  I do not want to hear about new scandals and lies and incompetence every day.  Trump, stop freaking me out and go out and govern!  Quietly.  Rationally.  I beg of you.  If you do this, people like me might eventually come around.  If you don’t, you will end up impeached.  A laughingstock.  A buffoon.  You are well on your way already.  Stop.  The time has come.

As I said.  I did not vote for Donald Trump.  As such, I take no responsibility for any of the horrible things that are about to go very wrong with our country.  I will close with something my sister texted me the other day that felt very true.  In four years Trump and Putin are going to exchange a dollar bill, like at the end of the movie “Trading Places” with Eddie Murphy.  “I bet you one dollar that I can ruin the United States in four years.”

Bet’cha he can do it in two.

Just wanted to mention that on Monday, July 21, 2014,Clear Blue Water’s going to be up on uclick again.  Not new stuff, just the reruns that ran in newspapers from 2004-2008.  If you’ve got a hankerin’ to read it again from the beginning, well, here’s your chance.

I love these characters and I’m glad to see them return, but I’m thrilled that I don’t actually have to do anything or make any deadlines, because I happily broke up with deadlines and I don’t plan on getting back together.  I am especially looking forward to rereading my old political cartoons and seeing their topicality and relevance to current events… NOT!  😉

I may occasionally make a blog post or I may not.  I can’t imagine that I will ever again attempt to write a regularly updated blog.  Ain’t nobody got time for that.

Enjoy!

Today, I thought I’d bring you three of my favorite videos on the internet.  The first one I think is hilarious.  Now, nobody else I have shown this to thinks it is funny.  They all think it is disturbing (which it is–undeniably) and they think I am disturbed for liking it.  I do not deny this.  BUT I also think it’s one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen.  How much do I wish that this was MY grandma?  SO MUCH!!!

 

This next one is also terribly hilarious in a completely different way.  And again, no one I have shown this to thinks it is half as funny as I do.  I am sensing a theme here…  Now I don’t think it’s funny because of what it shows (babies should not be allowed to drink), but because of what it represents (figure that out, ha!)

And now for something good.  Not horrible or weird, just something by one of my favorite people on the net, Beth Moore.  It is hilarious and then it always makes me cry in the end.   Wonderful.

Have a good Sunday.  Enjoy!

 

 

I recently hurt my back doing Zumba.  Yes, those dancing workout tapes you might have seen on a late night infomercial or two.  They are really fun tapes, really great workouts, and I feel like an absolute ass that I hurt myself so badly doing it.  In fact, it’s been thoroughly embarrassing thing to admit to people when they ask how I hurt myself.  First of all, they are always incredulous.

ZUMBA?!!!!!  said in a near scream.  This is followed by an evil grin and I can see them imagining me doing it.  YOU do Zumba?  The Brazilian dance craze sweeping the nation?

This I find irritating.  For, you see, I am fairly dancy, but I do like to keep this part of my personality on the down low so as to not cause jealousy in the masses.  I will have you know that I own Hip Hop abs, and I have done them a few times so I am perfectly ready to throw down some moves on the dance floor.  If, you know, I had that sort of life.

Secondly, then they ask all about Zumba and forget to give me sympathy for my back pain.  How do you like it?  Is it a fun workout?  Is it easy?  Yeah, but what about ME and my BACK????

So I went to the Dr.  and she said I had a pinched nerve.  I told her I’d need at least a morphine pump or maybe some of those drugs that Elvis was on, or maybe even a wee bit of the crack, but she told me Tylenol and a heating pad would be fine and that I should feel loads better very soon.  And she was right.  Today I woke up back to normal.  Oh, and she also told me I could continue to do Zumba, but to be careful as I’m over forty now.

Weeps.

In other news, today was the last Oprah Winfrey show.  I meant to watch but I missed it.  I will try to catch it on youtube sometime.  It led the news.  “Today, Oprah Winfrey wrapped up her beloved show…” and my husband says, before I can say a word “Did they roll her out on a cross?  Because that’s the only fitting end.”

And I lost it.

What a great cartoon that would have made, if, of course, I hadn’t just shared it here on my blog.  My husband is the funniest person I know.  He has exactly my sense of humor (except mine’s not as vulgar) and this is rare.

‘S why I married him.  Why we’ve been together so long.  For the road to happiness is paved with Oprah jokes.

For anyone who cares, all the toons I’ve posted since my strip became a web-comic are now in the archives, in order.  What a wonderful resource, you say?  Why thank you!  I agree.

The archives are located to the left, underneath my blogroll.  Instructions on accessing them are posted as a sticky above this post.  They are listed in order, so the most current ones are on the bottom.  The archives I posted today were Archives 29-35.  This takes you right on to today.  I’ve done a better job with these ones (thanks to some help someone posted to me), so they are one stop shopping.  If the are not big enough for you, just click them once or twice and they should get bigger.  Oh, and Archive 32 is messed up.  There is one lone toon at the bottom posted after the others.  I just couldn’t make it work the way I wanted.  Sorry.  Oh, and the Sunday’s are not colored anymore because my computer saved them wonky and I cannot figure out how to fix the color.

I am still not completely done.  I have some more toons I want to publish before I stop the presses.  They will be posted, a few at a time, over the next few days until I am dun fer good!  I’ll definitely let you know when the real final cartoon is posted.  Thanks for stopping by…

I posted one cartoon.  I will post more tomorrow and the next day until I am done.  I was going to post these in batches but I am rusty and this took longer than expected to fix and upload and all that stuff.  And now I need to go run.  Look for a batch of 2-3 tomorrow.

I just went back and reread a bunch of my blog posts and man, that Osama bin Laden post made me sound like a psycho!  I’m usually not so blood-thirsty (I’m a liberal for goodness sake!)  I’m just glad he’s finally been, um …”neutralized”, and I’m glad he was finally, er …”neutralized” on Obama’s watch.  And that’s all I’ll say about that!

In our life not all things have been going to hell in a handbasket.  Sawyer has been doing fabulous lately.  And I don’t say this lightly.  I used to be afraid of jinxing us by saying things were going well with him, because he almost always seemed to go downhill shortly after one of my good updates.  But lately God has brought it to my mind that HE is the one in control and if Sawyer is doing better, praise Him for the blessing and make sure we ENJOY it while it lasts.  So that is what we are doing.

I think pre-puberty and early puberty are very bad times in an autistic boy’s life (or so other mom’s have told me, and I’ve certainly noticed it in our own life).  But now that Sawyer is almost at adult height and his hormones are starting to settle down a bit, he’s just a much more enjoyable kid. It doesn’t hurt that after literally YEARS of tweaking, his meds are finally working FOR him rather than against him.  They are gettin’ er dun, and gettin’ er dun right!  He is calm, he is happy, and so are we!

Thank you Jesus!

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