Question: how many times must the Trump administration make the country great again?
Well, according to Pence's RNC speech, more than once!
A sliiiightly exaggerating quote, total credit/inspiration for this gag courtesy of Rachel Maddow - envisioning a new line of "MAGA-A-A-A-A!" embroidered Republican swag.
Dateline: The Final Night Of The RNC Convention, The Lawn Of The White House, Washington D. C., August 27, 2020
The first thing that sprung to mind when seeing Trump in front of his followers was Homer's "Leader" chant (to the rhythm of Batman's Theme Song) from "The Joy of Sect" (S9-E13):
Here, we pick up Anderson Cooper's interview with former Republican Wisconsin Governor Scott Walker after he (Walker) allegedly turned off his camera while in the middle of tough questions (re: why Republicans were blaming Joe Biden for the civil unrest in his state for Pete's sake?!)...
Update: Walker’s spokesman wrote in an email: “What really happened was the Governor lost audio during the interview and it didn’t come back. He thought the interview was over. A technical snafu that often happens on live TV.”
That's all fine and dandy, but, c’mon, it’s not as funny as having Walker switch off the cam on purpose… so… let’s ignore that last bit.
Praise be to Jebus! A Miracle Cure! Hallelujah!
DNC's virtual convention is done - by most accounts, a critical success - now, we take you into Trump's "Executive Time" room where a dialog as to RNC's lineup is underway:
Yes... more scribbles. Sorry.
Clockwise, from top-left: a cheap political shot at Trump, and a very topical message on the blatant gutting of the USPS; USPS trucks will most likely be the next casualty in the Postmaster general's "budget cuts"; our tethered space cadets abandon ship after discovering a stowaway space spider; and, to fill out the page, more and more communities take notice their beloved USPS drop boxes are missing.
Yet another Scribble-dee-doo-dah Day.
Clockwise, from top-left: space cadets foot patrolling it on an untamed alien surface; drew this while watching Trump at his N.J. Bedminster golf course as he declared - yet again - "the virus will disappear" in front of a supportive covid-19-ignorant rich bastard audience (golf clubs/bags represents said audience); Don Vader "enlightens" Capt. Needa the need to be less incompetent; and our space cadets run into some trouble with marauding space mollusks.
Another Scribble-dee-doo-dah Day.
Clockwise, from top-left: space cadets scale alien planet cliff face; Trump visits Florida in the middle of a raging pandemic... and a friggin' hurricane; nobody likes Trump because, apparently, people keep dying; and we go back almost 20 years to figure out how we got into this whole mess in the first place (the answer will shock you!).
Waiting for a guy to come 'round and fix a leaky roof... and waiting... and waiting... gave me time to scribble out more nonsense.
Clockwise, from top-left: every now and then, a guilty pleasure of mine is to play old episodes of the discontinued podcast "Serving Donuts"; sunny Acapulco with bonus kraken assault; some citizenry from Farmyard Heights; Buddy, the dog; and Bat-Person.
Oh dear! Another scribble-dee-doo-dah to fill the emptiness of my Sunday afternoon.
Clockwise, from top-left: space cadets on mission; crazy hairdo lady (page filler); nobody tells horse head mask wearin' guy to wear a mask; horse head mask extra; Beardo and the Beard Bear.
Time for another scribble-dee-doo-dah session in front of the TV on another frosty Friday morn' (with pancakes!!!).
Clockwise, from left: Brick Tamland cheats on lamp; Governor Kemp knowing what's best for his state; random space cadets and 1-spatula general; aaand, as always, one clueless Trump.
As posted in my Facebook:
I think this scribble-dee-doo-dah is telling me something... that I am way bored at work right now.
If anybody can tell me what was on my mind when I drew a misshapen mustachioed fez-wearing marshall sucking on an empty striped straw (#drool) and a finger that’d just poked him in the back of the head... I'll owe you a gorilla #thegoonshow
It’s Monday morning.
You arrive at work.
You have in your head a game plan to tackle ongoing job briefs, allocating time and resources to get 'em done.
You're all fired up & ready to go.
Now, go ahead and open your emails.
At the top of the messages list: "Please, Bort, could you do this thing you've already done, but now has to be done again because of some insignificant thing nobody cares about needs to be fixed? Thanks."
Well, that just ruined my morning mojo.
So my response was a parody of annoyance and pain, yet I had to create a portrait of faux exuberance...
A simple Post-It Note scribble-dee-doo-dah sent to a work colleague who’d alerted me she’d been tasked in transmitting vital production art out to the factory offshore.
I could’ve replied with a traditional “Yep, sounds fine. Do that!”. But I took 4 minutes out of my “busy” schedule to quickly do this self-caricature and emailed that instead.
I’m quite certain THIS doodle ain’t worthy enough for a blog post - when I draw things and send ‘em out, my normal procedure is to trash the originals (and whatever JPEGS derived from the originals) without even blinking… however, I promised myself this year - either because of vanity or procrastination - to document EVERY doodle I do, no matter how meaningless and/or stupid they are.
Nothing of any meaning here… just me doodling on my legal pad while waiting for a huge file to finish auto-saving throughout the day yesterday.
Actual “artists” - those to whom get paid drawing for a living - would label something like the below “Warm Up Sketches”… just some crap they do at the beginning of the day before any actual creative stuff happens.
For me, when these scribble-dee-doo-dahs were barfed up, it was mid-afternoon (I was all coffeed out, exhausted, dying to get home and dive into a warm bath) and, every time Illustrator auto-saved an open file that’d take 5 minutes to complete, I’d lean over to my legal pad on my left and:
clumsily draw a bloated shape with a colored highlighter;
if it started to look like a “something”, I’d lightly draw in some structural lines with a red pen;
continue this until whatever-it-was looked MORE like a “something”;
grab a blue or black pen to define the shape and shading of the “something”;
add a background color with a highlighter so the “something” can pop off the page;
add more tones to the “something” with a highlighter.
Ahh, it’s that time of year I draw up a special German-themed birthday doodle for my favorite mom (of my fan/friend in New Jersey)(#adoptedmominnutley), continuing on with the in-joke previously mentioned here.
This time, the painfully German traditionalistic eccentricities of this one are coupled with the whole Covid-19 brouhaha we’re all in together at this time.
I ran out of those nifty PPE things you slip on feet… I had to make do with discarded Wonder Bread bags.
Yeah… well… I had to doodle something… sooooo… enjoy:
I was notified by email from work that I have been with the company for FIVE years!
And so, I replied in kind with this:
Prior to quickly doodling/coloring and sending this illo off, the original pencil rough had me walking in a solo parade on a bleak-looking day (re:puddles) with one paid spectator asleep in the empty bleachers. But I had other things to do, so it’s just me and the puddles.
The work email further mentioned I’d be getting a $150 voucher from a retailer of my choosing. And a certificate! Whoa! I’m sooooo excited (#sarcasm).
I again replied, asking if they’d instead donate the $150 to the local animal shelter (RSPCA).
I added they may donate the certificate as well… I’m sure it’d be put to good use at the bottom of an injured parrot’s birdcage… I quickly drew that up too.
Poor ol’ Licensing Lady broke a toe or two at home.
In recovery, she requested a illo of a big toe.
So, with notepad at hand, I gave her a big toe on a (thumb) pike.
Blow out the candle and your 3-Ply wish might come true!
