I know candidate Clinton has made some
speeches last week, captured some news – but for the life of me, I
can't recall what at the moment.
I mean, really, all she had to do was
bat away a forged document casting doubt on her health, and then pour
a cold drink and kick back to watch the Trump campaign crash into tree after tree
while proclaiming the Vulgar Talking Yam to be king of the forest.
But it has been a week for rumors. Oh,
it has indeed.
Trump made an unprecedented public
apology a couple of days ago for . . . something. Many hailed this as
the long-awaited "pivot" toward "the center,"
until someone finally noticed he never really said what he was
apologizing for. So it was
rumored to be a sign of the backstage maneuvering in his campaign.
Anyway, it was quickly forgotten, partly because it was such an
obvious one-off for the campaign and partly because--
The
word then came out that Roger Ailes, in disgrace with fortune and
women's eyes, was coming on board the campaign. This rumor was
immediately denied by all parties, until it was confirmed about a day
later.
Next,
the former Breitbart bomb-thrower Steve Bannon joined as campaign
director, although this was never actually denied so it never really
got legs as a rumor. Ailes brought the misogyny, Bannon brought the
white supremacy, and the two joined long time rat-fucker and Hillary
hater Roger Stone, plus Trump himself. The total effect was something
like an alt-right potluck, or perhaps the Republican campaign
equivalent of "The Suicide Squad" (with roughly comparable
reviews).
The
addition of Bannon triggered rumors that Paul Manafort,
erstwhile-campaign director and part-time empresario to oligarchs
from the former Soviet empire, might be on his way out the door.
Those rumors lasted until this morning, when evidence that Manafort
might have been paid millions as an unregistered foreign agent
appeared, eliminating the need to call the story a rumor. He promptly
left the pot-luck, which is just as well because he brought potato
salad and so did everyone else.
But
now that Ailes and Bannon have solidified their positions, it has
breathed new life into rumors from a few weeks ago that this has all
been a long con on Trump's part, positioning him to launch his own
cable vanity network – one imagines something between Oprah's OWN
network and Rupert Murdoch's Fox News – spearheaded by two former
right-wing media dons and aimed at the Trump base his campaign has
brought into the light. I'm not very convinced about this; Occam's
Razor suggests that the more likely explanation is simply stumblebum
luck rather than fiendishly clever and patient plan.
Today's toons were selected from the
week's offerings at McClatchy
DC, Cartoon Movement,
Go Comics, Politico's
Cartoon Gallery, Daryl
Cagle's Political Cartoons, About.com,
and other fine sources of toony goodness.
p3 Picks of the week: Mike
Luckovich, Khalid
Cherradi, Clay
Bennett, Terry
Mosher, Matt
Davies, Chan
Lowe, Matt
Weurker, and Monte
Wolverton.
p3 Best of Show: Jeff
Danziger.
p3 Legion of Merit: Clay
Jones.
p3 Certificate of Harmonic Toon
Convergence: Jack
Ohman and Glenn
McCoy (and how often do those two turn up in the same breath?).
Ann Telnaes
asks – and answers – the question how
did we get here?
Mark Fiore drops the
latest Trump campaign ad. Do not worry. Trust us.
Take my wife – please! Tom
Tomorrow presents the
Donald Trump Comedy Hour.
(thump! thump!) Is this mike on? What is this – an audience or an
oil painting?
Keith Knight has a fun
fact: Think of it as our way of repaying everything Germany did
for us in the 20th century.
Reuben Bolling brings
us another installment of Billy Dare, Boy Adventurer, in the
most meta- story you're going to read today.
Carol Lay
presents a
light bit of Hitchcockean fun, in which the third wedding
invitation plays the part of the McGuffin.
The Comic Curmudgeon watches,
first in horror at the darker practices of the Shoe-niverse, and then
in disappointment as Beetle Bailey flubs one of the fundamental
cartoon strip signifiers.
Comic Strip of the Day correctly
identifies the real problem arising from the abusive, depressing
factory farm run-off that is the typical news site's comment's
section.
"Whoa, camel, whoa! Whoa!!
WHOA!" To mark the occasion of Oregon's three days of
temperatures circling the 100-degree mark this week, here's "Sahara
Hare," directed in 1955 by Friz Freleng, from a story by Warren
Foster (uncredited: Portland's own Mel Blanc as Bugs and Yosemite
Sam, and musical director Milt Franklyn).
Watch
Sahara Hare at DailyMotion.
The Magnificent, Mighty Oregon Toon
Block:
Ex-Oregonian Jack Ohman
watches candidate Clinton execute.
Documented
Ex-Oregonian Jen Sorensen points
out that the
chickens are unable to come home to roost.
Matt Bors totally gets the
latest iteration of Trump's immigration
policy.
Jesse Springer seems to be
settling into a
pox-on-both-your-houses posture
regarding the plan to raise corporate taxes on large and mostly
out-of-state corporations (Oregon's corporate taxes are currently
lowest in the nation).
Test your toon-captioning mojo at The
New Yorker's weekly caption-the-cartoon
contest. (Rules here.)
And you can browse The New Yorker's cartoon gallery here.
The p3 Sunday Comics Read-Along:
Pearls
Before Swine, Doonesbury,
Rhymes with Orange, Zits,
Adam @ Home, Mutts,
Over the
Hedge, Get
Fuzzy, Prince
Valiant, Blondie,
Bizarro, Mother
Goose & Grimm, Rose
is Rose, Luann,
Hagar
the Horrible, Pickles,
Rubes, Grand
Avenue, Freshly
Squeezed, The Brilliant Mind
of Edison Lee, and Jumble.
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