Another non-Trump strip. You’re welcome. Yes, this strip is mildly, MILDLY mind you, autobiographical. Although according to my physiotherapist, it’s not my neck giving me trouble, it’s my upper thoracic region giving me trouble. Thanks, twenty years of sitting in front of a computer.
Oh, sitting in front of a computer, I can’t stay mad at you. You’ve given me so much. But could you take it a little easier on my neck?
Trump gave his first press conference and it was pure Trump. He boasted about winning more Electoral College votes than anyone since Reagan. An NBC reporter was able to fact check him on the spot and point out that both Obama and George W. won with more votes. His response? ‘I was given that information.’
If his people are feeding him information that can be confirmed or disproved in 2 seconds on Google, maybe they’re also telling him other things, like that it’s the President’s job to go out and harangue the press for an hour and seventeen minutes.
The Trump White House has a troubled relationship with the truth – we live in a time where claims can be checked almost instantly and facts can be separated from alternative facts.
I hadn’t heard anyone link the complaint about fake news to the amount of false information we’re being handed from Team Trump so it seemed ripe for a comic strip.
Have you seen Melissa McCarthy’s Sean Spicer? The truth may be taking a beating but Saturday Night Live is spinning gold each week.
It was so tempting to do yet another Trump strip but everyone needs a break from that clown, myself included.
A fresh phone book was delivered to our door this week and I couldn’t help but wonder who is still using these things. Someone must, right? Otherwise they’d just stop making them altogether. The last time I opened a phone book, it was to keep a bunch of breakables safe on moving day.