The Second Coming Of A Crazy Wingnut

We are, as of yesterday, one year to the Presidential election. And so it seems appropriate to turn my attention once more to the work of the editorial cartoonists, and their take on the seemingly endless Republican quest to find someone who can take down President Obama a year from now.

It hasn't been going well. Sufficed to say... these morons are what the GOP would select?

Let's see here... when we last left off, Governor Chris Christie (who might well have been a half respectable choice for the nomination) kept telling the party hacks to "go away, I'm not interested, leave me alone, what part of drop dead do you not understand?" Oh, and of course "if you don't stop bothering me, I'll have you whacked, you idiots." And of course, the Mama Grizzly, Sarah Palin, has dropped out of the game. Her day is done, and rather then blame herself and her ill considered decision to do a reality show about her family, she's planning on having that author who moved in next door for awhile to do a bio... whacked.

Meanwhile, for some inexplicable reason, Pizza Guy moved into first place in the polls. It's an abberation. No, I don't understand it either....

Basic Presidential rules: no one named Herman should even have the right to run for President. Let's face it, no foreign leader will respect a President named Herman. Especially when this Herman seems to think that no government report should be more then three pages.

I'll have more next time on the scandal erupting around Pizza Guy. For now, I'll say this. Having had heard enough of his nutty statements, I was wondering what it was about Herman Cain that seemed so familiar. Then it hit me. He reminds me of Ross Perot.

Herman Cain is the Second Coming of Ross Perot.

By the way, that's not a good thing.

Meanwhile, Governor Mittens and the Second Coming of Dubya, Rick Perry remain in the race, taking shots at each other with regularity....

And Michelle Bachmann just won't go away....

There's just one way to settle this whole thing, and come up with a candidate. In the Thunderdome...

"Two men enter! One man leaves!"

 

The First Rate Nutbar Meets The Grim Reaper

Well, all good things come to an end. And all bad things, for that matter. Come to think of it, everything ends sooner or later. And so we reach the end of the road for the Libya blogs. In recent days, for those of you who have been living under a rock, stranded in the wilderness, or ignoring the outside world, Moammar Gadhafi (take your pick on the spelling; there are dozens of variations on his name) met his end, shot after his convoy was attacked. The total nutbar, terrorist financier, and general pariah arguably got what was coming to him, cornered like an animal. It's strangely fitting, given all the blood on the man's hands.

When I started all of these Libya blogs, I didn't quite realize how long it would go on, but I'd say this is the last one. With the Nutbar dead, Libya turns a page in a new chapter in its national life. Hopefully it's for the best. And given the circumstances of his death, I've even thought of a way to work it into the backstory of a character down the line. Which character, of course, is another matter entirely.

Last week, of course, after months of fighting, the end came very swiftly, and from that point, editorial cartoonists around the world have been busy using the death of a Nutbar as the focal point for their inspiration. The following are some of the best that I've found....

Often when someone famous dies, the standard position of a cartoonist will be depicting them arriving in Heaven. On occasion, however, Hell is the most likely destination for a well deserving Nutbar, so the standard for cartoonists becomes that hot place full of demons with pitchforks, lots of fire, and John Wayne grumbling.

Rumor has it when Gadhafi found himself in Hell, the Devil introduced him around. "Moammar, meet Adolf, Josef, Vladimir, Saddam, Osama, and Leona Helmsley. I'm sure you'll all get along famously."

Gadhaffi's first tweet from Hell:  First day in Hell. Seems colder then I expected. Am planning to overthrow cranky red guy with help from Saddam.

Goodbye, Moammar. You were always good for a laugh (from a distance)... even if you were a crazy, self absorbed, tyrannical nutbar who killed God knows how many people and fashioned yourself a King of Kings. I know, it sucks, having your life end in such an undignified way, with your wig gone and all bloody and such in front of the world, but hey... we can't always get what we want. Besides, you deserved it. You had to know it was always going to end this way, right?