the great R. Crumb

Category: Donald Trump

  • He must be tired of winning

    He won’t find 11,779 more votes that way! Please explain to us like we were 5 years old how the Republican nominee for President goes into battleground state Georgia with its 16 electoral votes and for 10 long minutes excoriates the Republican governor of that state. How should undecided voters interpret his childish rant, delivered…

  • You can’t fix stupid!

    Can you punch it in the mouth? Trending on the Werkes’ social media feed is a photograph of Kamala Harris’ family that proves — PROVES — that the Democrats’ anointed one is not black. Look at her children! As if that were of any importance! As if there were not real issues afoot! That’s what America…

  • Who are the greatest Presidents?

    Is Trump really the worst? America loves lists, as David Letterman demonstrated. Also, stupid pet tricks. The first list in history was written in stone and handed down on a mountain and immediately broken. Literally.  Ranking U.S. Presidents is something of a faculty lounge board game. The ranked list got a work out in the…

  • If Democrats can swap out their candidate, why can’t we?

    We’ll see your bet and raise you! Once upon a time, a nation founded in liberty enjoyed Presidents who appealed to the better angels of our nature, invoked shining cities on a hill, welcomed morning in America, promised we had nothing to fear but fear itself, and asked not what Big Brother can do for…

  • Kamala could win

    despite her California progressivism! A social media “friend” excuses the last 75 minutes of Donald Trump’s aimless, self-indulgent, and onanistic convention speech. Her hero, the Facebook friend apologizes, is owed a little slack after his near-death experience in Butler PA. (“Who wouldn’t go long after being shot at?”) Except that the man’s undisciplined harangue in…

  • Is he still talking?

    Is not brevity the soul of wit? When the Head Groundskeeper burrowed into his crib around 10:30 CST in order to make bed check at Stately Blaska Manor, Donald Trump was still riffing off the Teleprompter like Jerry Lewis during his all-night muscular dystrophy telethons. We get that political figures can’t keep every promise. But…