Brodner's Cartoon du Jour: Enthrall

Tue Jan. 20, 2009 12:00 AM PST

 

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Enthrall

Contributing illustrator Steve Brodner also does artwork for The New Yorker and Harper's.

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Yeh, yeh . . .
Great speech. I am sure he means well. Very bright too. But at the end of the day, he is still a lawyer with high hopes and minimal capitol.
The moment was not lost on me at all. But . . . FDR realized he needed to break some eggs. This guy thinks everyone can merely be reasoned into cooperative colaberation. Maybe that will work part way. But unless he takes some more serious sides, we will probably not escape the economic colapse. Just as I predicted a 75 electoral point Obama win on this very blog and on this same Brodner channel, I now submit that Mr. President Obama best treat our situation like the crisis it is in reality and use some ER protocols.

Quite true. Everyone sez it. Now let's see him do it.

Steve: Wondering: Do you approve of the types of censorship which has become more and more commonplace on this blog in recent weeks? While I realize the rules are rather strict, nonetheless I feel they have been applied quite selectively. In the most recent volley, the only infraction was that the discussion (between about 6 regular MoJo bloggers) went off topic. About 500 lines of about a dozen posts were summarally deleted--without further explanation. Is this the go-forward strategy of the political left? Because if so (IMHO) we shall become worse then the Bushies. (At least they respected this human right.) I think MoJo is afraid since their viewership has probably declined. But this was an artificial number to begin with, based on an inorganic 'mutual admiration society' which does not exist in the real world.
Is there any recourse? Since MoJo is a non-profit, is there no board of directors to be lobbied? After all, the REAL topic is the one that the bloggers themselves find most interesting. Thanks.

As always you give us an expressive image. This time around we get a wow of an interesting speech to boot. Thanks.

My inaugural morning began not with—red and happy faced visions of Obama and sugar plumps dancing like the night before Christmas but rather images more close to purple haze—but in no way a bad trip…, I guess instead of God’s speed it was Life’s speed or the comical shock of its brevity.

Inaugural Gibberish Roundabout Dawn
(Or on starting inauguration morning with the un-inaugural predicament)

These silent good mornings and such
Are the quiet
That ebbs and nibbles

Is precisely now
When those fleeting shadows
Who betrayed all mind
To an endless maze of crazy eyes
Twinkling sardonically from the deepest depths of the Netherworld
Wane enchantingly
To the secret hues of dawn's ineffable light
Painting familiar form
From the chimeras of primeval night
The morning's might
Is a misty pathway
From mysterious transcendence to methodical clarity
That inner herald from the realm of oracles
Giving way to the hog boggle of the daily dregs

Are listless vultures
Awakening
From euphoric corpse heaven
Musing dreamily over the innards of Buddha
Through sleepy birds eyes
They envision the circular belly of unquenchable desire
Behold the holy chalet
Filled with enlightened blood
Perceive in their gullets savory thanks
Understand briefly salvation from buzzardly karma
Know through a mere stretch of ominous wings
All were but a morning apparition
Do the preconditions for take off
Attuning satori awareness to the aura of passing souls
They soar upwards
Towards some manic vision
Of a divine inspired munch upon the daily dead

Are breakfasts spent
Amongst fowl brethren
In ragged rooms and empty sunrises
Hidden beneath the thick gray blanket
Those daybreak doldrums
Offering no smiles
Only the tickling thoughts
Of life’s deadly knot
Whose noose tightens
With bulging eyes of disbelief
And a, "O my God it's too late"
Is the last and longest breath
Before eternal rest
Are these laughing
Silent Good Mornings and such

It was the climate of fear created by the democrats, though actually few in number compared to the number of people in the U.S. who actually believe in Republican values. One election and your party feels like it has a mandate. No. A mandate was what President Bush had in 2004 after overwhelming victory at the polls. This was a reaction to fear, which is how the democrats win all of their elections, through name calling and negative adds. For the good of the country, please do not go too far tot he left. As Palin said at the governor's dinner the other night, 'the republicans need to keep the democrats honest,' through advice and patronage until the democrats are mature enough to actually make these decisions on their own. If the democrats don't listen to those who know better than they, then they are going to find themselves in trouble at the polls again, because the majority of Americans do not agree with the far left which has hijacked the party. The party of Lincoln is the Republican party, don't forget that. Our party knows how to lead for all american

"It was the climate of fear created by the democrats..."

Oh, really. Huh. I could have sworn it was the work of those who made the War on[of] Terror, the primary public campaign of the previous administration.

"A mandate was what President Bush had in 2004 after overwhelming victory at the polls."

2004 Presidential Election Results:
Electoral vote 286-Bush 251-Kerry
Popular vote 62,040,610 59,028,444
Percentage 50.7% 48.3%

2008 Presidential Election Results:
Electoral vote 365-Obama 173-McCain
Popular vote 69,456,897 59,934,786
Percentage 52.9% 45.7%

I honestly think you might be a little bit confused, deane.

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