Oil Pigs

Jeffrey Epstein, according to sources, was a vital cog in the machine that "won" Trump the 2016 election.

As long as Trump is making decisions (Yeah, SURRRRRRE he is!) every U.S. soldier that dies in combat, every American who goes blind because they can't afford insulin, every immigrant who dies from sepsis in an interment camp, their pain and suffering originated from Trump's child-fucking buddy.

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Once you understand that Russia is going bankrupt from fighting the Ukraine war....

Once you understand that Russia's chief export is oil....

Once you understand Russia oil sales have been severely restricted because of U.S. sanctions....

Once you understand that Trump's attack on Iran has doubled the price of a barrel of oil....

Once you understand that the closing of the Strait of Hormuz would make Russian oil easier and safer to get to market...

Once you understand that Trump just took oil sanctions off of Russia and they're about to make a LOT of money on oil....

THEN you understand why Trump attacked Iran.

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The attack on that Iranian girl's school was worse than you thought.

After the 1st missile hit the school a 2nd missile waited until parents arrived for the surviving children. The 2nd missile then struck the site, igniting the remainder of its fuel, as it was designed to do, and exploded in a ball of flame which incinerated those girls and their parents.

Even worse, a non-military oversight group was supposed to double-check every target, to make sure that no missiles hit the wrong buildings. But Pete Hegseth said "Nope! Too woke!"

"War crime" doesn't even BEGIN to define what happened that day.

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This past Wednesday I missed posting a cartoon, new, old or otherwise, for the first time in, like, forever.

On Tuesday night I noticed small tickle in my throat. By Wednesday morning I began to feel, as an old art director friend of mine used to say after he'd partied a bit too hearty with Johnny Walker the night before, like "hammered shit".

It was an upper respiratory infection, with all of the associated joy of fever, chills, and a seeming river of green projectile goo. I responded by sleeping most of time which, according to the Google, is about all one can do.

In my fevered dreams my brain was insisting I get the iPad and get back to work. I don't use an iPad for artwork but my brain was cruelly insistent for hours on end. Fun times.

I tried to force myself several times to create, you know, "something", but I was running on low braim-wattage and the results were hilariously dumb.

I'm feeling somewhat human today so maybe, just maybe, I'll crank something out between now and Saturday, just to remind my body who exactly is in charge.

- Lefty