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Friday, September 30, 2016

Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #451 - Drumpf, Doonesbury, Nailed it


Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #451 - Drumpf, Doonesbury, Nailed it

Hi Mom,

Lately, in my re-posting frenzy, I have posted a lot of comics, mostly xkcd. But for today's re-post, a change of pace: DOONESBURY, a retrospective, and hey, there's a book!!

I am trying to gear up to do some original content, but I think I need to look ahead to next weekend or the weekend after and grow it slowly as I keep falling behind on posts and then need to work in a flurry to catch up.

Because of my grading load and school and life, I had recently fallen four day behind and posted all four entries Tuesday Sept. 27th, catching up to that day, before falling two days behind again. It's been a struggle. But not enough of one to cease the daily transmission. I may just have to alter my plans. I skipped one of my weekly features (the weekly poem) for an easier post. I may do this more often rather than letting myself fall four days behind.

However, I also like to jump on things I find on the Interwebs and post them excitedly soon after finding them. And so, this...

I came across this item this morning, and I love it. Drumpf is the perfect nickname for Trump, and Garry Trudeau has known all along about the danger of the Drumpf.


Original post HERE.


The Doonesbury Trump retrospective proves that Garry Trudeau had Drumpf's number all along







On September 14, 1987, Garry B Trudeau ran the first Doonesbury strip that mentioned Donald Trump, in which his characters marvel that New York's "loudest and most visible asshole" had floated a political trial balloon, hinting that he would run for president; thus began 30 years of marveling at, mocking, and skewering Der Drumpf, so rattling the Short-Fingered Vulgarian that he felt the need to issue a series of wounded denunciations. Now, just in time for the election, Trudeau has released a collection of his Trump-themed strips, Yuge: 30 Years of Doonesbury on Trump, just the thing to put the Republican nominee on tilt.

The first thing to know about Trudeau's Trump strips is that they're funny as hell. As Trudeau writes in his introduction, Trump is a "gift beyond imagining" to comedians (everyone knows this now, but Trudeau recognized this fact when Trump was still in larval form, still developing his ovipositors and tentacles), and Trudeau does not waste one dram of the comedic potential of the thin-skinned, self-regarding, self-unaware blowhard alleged billionaire who is now in the running to gain control of the world's largest nuclear arsenal.

That's the second thing you need to know about these strips: they're definitely in the ha-ha-only-serious realm. Trudeau has an unerring nose for Trumpian bullshit (years before the tax-return business, his characters were wryly noting that the billions Trump claimed in his net worth surely included billions for his "brand"). He spotted the Trump University scam from day one -- and mercilessly slammed it with the comic-strip equivalent of John Oliver's best Trump material -- and years before that, he was making great hay out of Trump Airlines.
After all, Trump is the man who spent millions on a luxury yacht he christened the Trump Princess, then his "fear of ocean travel kept it moored off his various failing casinos" (Trudeau gives his Hunter Thompson avatar, Duke, the job of captaining the Princess, natch). That's before you get into the comedic potential of his stupid TV show, his creepy sexual remarks about his own daughter, his string of tawdry affairs, and so on, and so on.

Every four years, Trump has postured about a presidential run, and every four years, Trudeau pricked his bubble. Now, it's up to all of us. But Trudeau hasn't abandoned us: the 2015 strips show us that Trump has physical comedy potential to meet-and-beat rubberfaced comedians like Jim Carrey -- Trudeau's pen transforms him into a medusa-coiffed low-budg Rodney Dangerfield with a wicked case of Dunning-Kruger and a shitty attitude. There have been many election-season caricatures of Trump, but Trudeau's been doing this for 30 years. He's practically the court artist of Castle Trump, and no one can beat him (not even Trump, whose capacity for self-parody can't be overstated).


Yuge: 30 Years of Doonesbury on Trump [Garry B Trudeau/Andrews McMeel Publishing]

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Reflect and connect.

Have someone give you a kiss, and tell you that I love you.

I miss you so very much, Mom.

Talk to you tomorrow, Mom.

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- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 1609.30 - 10:10

NOTE on time: When I post late, I had been posting at 7:10 a.m. because Google is on Pacific Time, and so this is really 10:10 EDT. However, it still shows up on the blog in Pacific time. So, I am going to start posting at 10:10 a.m. Pacific time, intending this to be 10:10 Eastern time. I know this only matters to me, and to you, Mom. But I am not going back and changing all the 7:10 a.m. times. But I will run this note for a while. Mom, you know that I am posting at 10:10 a.m. often because this is the time of your death.

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