So, this is how it ends – not with a whimper, but with a bang.

All year, we’ve heard all manner of cocky smack talk out of the Democrats about a “Blue Wave” and how they’re going to sweep back into a majority on the Hill… but here we are less than two weeks out, and suddenly they’re getting all jittery and revising expectations downward, it seems. In the past couple of weeks or so, the cocky talk has been replaced by increased amounts of desperate scolding, hectoring, pleading, shaming, browbeating, practically screaming at us to vote.

Mind you, the Democrats haven’t given us anyone or anything to vote for since about 1972, and nowhere was this fact more glaring than in the past twenty-odd years since Bill’n’Hillary showed up and sucked all the oxygen out of the place.

So, here they are now, with no real record of progressive achievement in the past thirty years to point to, no real vision of a better future, pretty much nothing except to run against Russia and constantly scream at us to vote all friggin’ day and night.

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…and, while inspired by the Post headline, here’s the song that was stuck in my head as I drew this; everybody has sappy old tunes they love in spite of themselves, and this is one of mine:

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Imagine my delight when I learned that the Million Hillary March was going to be returning here to Washington, DC next January – a fresh, new blue wave of vindictiveness, bitterness, denial, exploitation, and all the goddamn astroturf you can handle. Why, the very thought of all this vibrant feminist energy makes me want to charge into the streets and ask to speak to the manager.

Imagine also my amusement to discover that this chickenshit outfit has actually published an “oral history” with the assistance of their comrades at Condé Nast, which is about as grassroots as you can get, kids. Two whole epic years of demonstrative Liberal indignation, laying astroturf, and accomplishing absolute zero – now, there’s some serious-ass oral history. Hot damn, hold me back.

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Just going to leave this here… not addressing the Kavanaugh nomination specifically, but more of a general commentary on a long-decrepit American institution.

(Inspired by James Earle Fraser’s “Guardian of Law” at the West Steps of the Supreme Court Building.)

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So, this makes it official: the Democratic Party doesn’t care. They aren’t running in the midterms on the issues of skyrocketing college tuition, income disparity, police terrorism and murder, or any other issues directly affecting anyone remaing who bothers to vote — they think they’re going to surf that “Blue Wave” into a majority on the Hill by ramping up the krazy on their empty, hollow conspiracy theories and bargain-basement McCarthyism.

Those of you from outside the US looking in on the state of politics and media discourse here might guess that you were watching a community theatre production of an Ionesco play, and you would be absolutely right. The worst of it, though, is that those of us living here are all pretty much trapped in the play whether we like it or not.

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UPDATED: The Raving Donkey “Tripping Balls Mix” now available as an 11×17 poster (150 dpi) and as an 11×17 meme template (72dpi). Here’s a “serving suggestion”; the recommended fonts are Gotham Book and Medium, to match Democratic Party branding. Have at it, funsters!

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