Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for November 05, 2017

Is Mike slowly going insane?Time to get a scan of the brain.

Mike’s a poet and he didn’t even know it………….Wait a minute……

Life drags you down when led by a clown.

The path forward holds many a bump for lack of wisdom in President Trump.

We claim to want peace, conflict no more, but DJT’s off his leash looking forward to war

He has a plan to make us all great and those who question he’ll tweet-berate

All is the best, the worst or the most in the mind of our leader, just something to boast

He lies for no other reason than that it is fun. It’s a shame we hadn’t an honest opponent against him to run.

Life is becoming patently absurd, especially living under the giant orange t***!

I never found myself spontaneously rhyming, but there was the time I decided to read Spenser’s “The Faerie Queene” and found all my thoughts coming out in iambic pentameter.

Since when are grande or venti fake words? Venti is even reasonably descriptive for a 20 oz drink.

Another Sunday strip that GBT managed to sneak Trump into.

^The Rump permeates all things in this world, not in a positive way.

Grande & Venti are real words – in Italy at least.

Many plan to scream into the void on November 8.

This week we saw some rehashed info about the JFK files regarding MLK. None of the negative info regarding the socalled bombshell stuff in regard to MLK was new. It is well-known that Hoover wanted to spread dirt on others. This would have been during Hoover’s tenure at the FBI. However, naturally this info is making the rounds in right wing circles. Naturally, this would be the kind of thing that trump would want to get involved with. He was chomping at the bit to release this info, since these were not GOP heroes, even though they were from around 50 years ago and tragically lost their lives in assassinations about that time.

Grande? Venti? Pretentious? Moi?

And one can sing it to “The Times They Are Achangin”

Mentula conatur Pipleium scandere montem:Musae furcillis praecipitem eiciunt. Catullus, CV

Coxcomb tries to climb the PIplean mountain/ but Muses eject him, arse over tip, with pitchforks. Catullus, 105 [my trans.]

Don’t worry, Mike. Your involuntarily rhymed utterances aren’t poetry. They’re verse, and doggerel at that. Pretty good doggerel, though, and it mostly scans.

This was bound to happen during Christmas Carol Season…

Poetry aside, not a bad commentary on a typical day in the life.

Is the message here that it’s Trump’s fault that my life sucks?

The last panel would have KILLED if Kim’s words were slightly altered to: “Your thoughts rhymed…are you kidding me?”