Musical Sunday

I recently saw a post on Facebook that read, "I’m not antisocial, I’m socially selective." Lately, I tend to be the same way, and it reminds me of this great song by Robbie Fulks ...

Here are the lyrics, for those of you who feel like singing along:

I like being left alone

I like chocolate pie, clear blue sky

And a glass of Côtes du Rhône

I like summer, I like fall

I like music, but most of all

I like being left alone

I'm talkin' about sales reps

Talkin' about the government

I'm talkin' about the children

I'm talkin' about you, you, you

My time is like a sweet plum

Everybody wants some

But I'd rather be lonesome

I'd rather be blue

And I like being left alone

Keeping well away from the P.D.A

The traffic and the telephone

I don't care how little, how much I earn

If I could get one thing in return - 

I just like being left alone

We don't have to sit and hold hands

You've already got the gold band

You say I'm talking like an old man

And maybe that's true

What's the harm to sit and think some

Add words of little wisdom

You can paint the town crimson

I'll just stay blue

And I like being left alone

I like chocolate pie, clear blue sky

And a glass of Côtes du Rhône

I like water and I like air

I like space, but not to share

I like being left alone

Yeah, I like summer, I like fall

But the thing that thrills me most of all - 

I like being left alone

Have a good day and enjoy the rest of your weekend. I hope everybody leaves you alone.

More thoughts coming.

Bilbo

 

Cartoon Saturday

Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit drinking.

Hungarian leader Victor Orban, endorsed and supported by Der Furor and a poster child for MAGA philosophy applied to Europe, was decisively defeated in last Sunday's election; Der Furor, angered by Pope Leo's denunciation of his war in Iran, attacked the Pope on his "Truth Social" account ... to which the Pope replied, “It’s ironic — the name of the site itself. Say no more.”; the Department of "Justice" has filed papers to vacate the seditious conspiracy convictions of members of the Proud Boys and Oath Keepers extremist groups arising from the insurrection of January 6, 2021; the "Commission of Fine Arts" has given its approval to construction of Der Furor's garish and enormous "victory arch" in Washington; and in Texas, a mother of three who denied involvement when her husband was arrested for allegedly running a prostitution ring for local police officers has been accused of coaching women for prostitution out of the couple’s home.

This week, a collection of random cartoons.

The A Team ...

Back to the drawing board ...

I don't think it's a coincidence at all ...

I moved a lot of times during my military career, and this is not as funny as you might think ...

I found a lot of these words to be useful in describing members of the current administration ...

It seems like this most days ...

Ah, lawyers ...

When considering purchase of an exotic pet, you need to be careful ...

You just know that somebody wanted to ask that question of the astronauts ...

You can't be too careful in today's real estate market ...

And that's it for this week's collection of random cartoons - I hope it helped you get over the prevailing ghastiliness of the last seven days.

Have a good day and a great weekend. Come back tomorrow for Musical Sunday, and a great message from Robbie Fulks. More thoughts then.

Bilbo

The Left-Cheek Ass Clown for April, 2026

I wish I could give these awards to examples of a broader spectrum of ass clownery, but the staggeringly rich mother lode represented by the current administration in Washington has crowded out virtually every other potential awardee. I considered California Representative and gubernatorial candidate Eric Swalwell for this week's award, but his candidacy was based on the self-inflicted wound of dumbass sexual behavior and was unlikely to cause lasting harm to the nation and the world.

Unlike the trio I have chosen for today's joint award.

Ladies and Gentlemen, Dear Readers, I present the tinfoil and toilet paper crown of 

The Left-Cheek Ass Clown for April, 2026

to

Vice President JD Vance,

Jared Kushner,

and

Steve Witkoff

 

Having launched an ill-considered and unnecessary war with Iran and found it much more difficult than kidnapping the President of Venezuela from his bed, Der Furor finagled a peace conference with representatives of that nation. As his representatives, he sent three people with no high-stakes diplomatic experience, no in-depth knowledge of Iranian history, society, and politics, no expertise in military or nuclear policy matters, deep financial entanglements in the Middle East, and no reliable backing from the president and the Secretary of State ... who were in Florida attending an Ultimate Fighting Competition event. They were, in the immortal words of an online commentary I read at the time, "people who couldn't negotiate their way out of a Kohl's coupon dispute."

After the talks broke down, Mr. Vance said,

“We just could not get to a situation where the Iranians were willing to accept our terms. I think that we were quite flexible. We were quite accommodating."

Maybe it's just me, but being "quite flexible" and "quite accommodating" is not quite the same as saying that the other side "(wasn't) willing to accept our terms." 

It should also be noted that this diplomatic clown car careened off the road after less than 24 hours of discussions, when it took more than 20 months for a team of experienced negotiators, backed up by dozens of subject matter experts, to hammer out the Joint Comprehensive Plan of Action (JCPOA) - the Iran nuclear deal negotiated by the Obama administration which was much tougher on Iran than the plan proposed by Der Furor's lackeys. 

The United States remains embroiled in a needless war with an enemy that - in the expression famously used by Der Furor - holds a better hand of political and economic cards.

Let me be clear: I have no love or respect for the theocratic government of Iran, which has done its best to ruin a once-proud nation and destabilize the wider Middle East. Diplomacy had been working, more or less, until Der Furor tore up the JCPOA in a fit of Obama-snubbing pique. Now, having let slip the proverbial dogs of war, he has no clue how to get those dogs back into the kennel ... and has turned to a trio of toweringly unprepared and inept empty suits to save him.

Ladies and Gentlemen, Dear Readers, the Left-Cheek Ass Clown award for April, 2026, is presented to the sad diplomatic clown car driven by Vice President JD Vance, Jared Kushner, and Steve Witkoff. Heaven help us.

Have a good day, and be of good hope - elections are coming.

So are more thoughts.

Bilbo

Fallen Arches

You may recall that on February 3rd of this year, I presented an Ass Clown Special Award to - for the first time - an inanimate object. No, not the GOP Congressional majority, the Arc de Trump, the latest gold-plated monstrosity that Der Furor plans to erect to ensure that Americans will remember him forever. As if we'd be able to forget.

I'd sort of hoped that the whole stupid idea would go away when Der Furor blundered into launching a useless and expensive war with Iran, but that was not to be. Last Friday, the administration released a package of architectural drawings of a hideous gilded monstrosity projected to sit between the Lincoln Memorial and Arlington National Cemetery. You can review the whole ghastly thing here, but here's one image from the plan: 

I don't know about you, but I can think of a lot of things this country needs more than a gaudy "triumphal arch." Affordable health care comes to mind, as does affordable housing, protection of the environment, and a Department of Justice that actually focuses on justice rather than Der Furor's burning desire for revenge against his enemies, real or perceived. 

Somehow, I can't imagine the founders, as they drafted a constitution for their new nation that envisioned a government responsive to the people rather than the whims of an all-powerful monarch, thinking that the capital of that new nation needed a gaudy triumphal arch. Nevertheless, now that Der Furor has stocked the Federal Fine Arts Commission with his stooges, it looks like we'll get the damned thing ... and his $400,000,000 White House ballroom, too.

You could say that I'm the arch enemy of garish architectural fluffery that wastes money better spent on people's needs in a difficult time. Fallen arches are painful. Expensive, ghastly, gilded arches that are a stye in the national eye are even more painful.

Have a good day. More thoughts coming.

Bilbo

Poetry Sunday

This past Friday we observed the birthday of General William Booth, the founder of The Salvation Army, a Protestant Christian church and international charitable organization headquartered in London and operating around the world. You probably see it most often in the person of the bell-ringers who seek charitable contributions during the Christmas season. 

The founder of The Salvation Army was honored by Vachel Lindsay in this poem, which can be sung to the tune of The Blood of the Lamb, with instruments as noted ...

General William Booth Enters Into Heaven

by Vachel Lindsay

[BASS DRUM BEATEN LOUDLY]

Booth led boldly with his big bass drum—   

(Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?)   

The Saints smiled gravely and they said: “He’s come.”   

(Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?)   

Walking lepers followed, rank on rank,   

Lurching bravoes from the ditches dank,   

Drabs from the alleyways and drug fiends pale—   

Minds still passion-ridden, soul-powers frail:—   

Vermin-eaten saints with mouldy breath,   

Unwashed legions with the ways of Death—   

(Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?)   

[BANJOS]

Every slum had sent its half-a-score   

The round world over. (Booth had groaned for more.)   

Every banner that the wide world flies   

Bloomed with glory and transcendent dyes.   

Big-voiced lasses made their banjos bang,   

Tranced, fanatical they shrieked and sang:—   

“Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?”   

Hallelujah! It was queer to see   

Bull-necked convicts with that land make free.   

Loons with trumpets blowed a blare, blare, blare   

On, on upward thro’ the golden air!   

(Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?)   

[BASS DRUM SLOWER AND SOFTER]

Booth died blind and still by Faith he trod,   

Eyes still dazzled by the ways of God.   

Booth led boldly, and he looked the chief   

Eagle countenance in sharp relief,   

Beard a-flying, air of high command   

Unabated in that holy land.   

[SWEET FLUTE MUSIC]

Jesus came from out the court-house door,   

Stretched his hands above the passing poor.   

Booth saw not, but led his queer ones there   

Round and round the mighty court-house square.   

Yet in an instant all that blear review   

Marched on spotless, clad in raiment new.   

The lame were straightened, withered limbs uncurled   

And blind eyes opened on a new, sweet world.   

[BASS DRUM LOUDER]

Drabs and vixens in a flash made whole!   

Gone was the weasel-head, the snout, the jowl!   

Sages and sibyls now, and athletes clean,   

Rulers of empires, and of forests green!   

[GRAND CHORUS OF ALL INSTRUMENTS.

TAMBOURINES TO THE FOREGROUND]

The hosts were sandalled, and their wings were fire!   

(Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?)   

But their noise played havoc with the angel-choir.   

(Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?)   

O shout Salvation! It was good to see   

Kings and Princes by the Lamb set free.   

The banjos rattled and the tambourines   

Jing-jing-jingled in the hands of Queens.   

[REVERENTLY SUNG. NO INSTRUMENTS]

And when Booth halted by the curb for prayer   

He saw his Master thro’ the flag-filled air.   

Christ came gently with a robe and crown   

For Booth the soldier, while the throng knelt down.   

He saw King Jesus. They were face to face,   

And he knelt a-weeping in that holy place.   

Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

Have a good day and enjoy the rest of your weekend. Donate to The Salvation Army if you wish. More thoughts coming.

Bilbo

Cartoon Saturday

Wouldn't it be nice if we could get a refund on this past week?

The astronauts of Artemis II returned safely to earth after man's first trip around the moon in more than 50 years; First Lady Melania Furor gave a puzzling press briefing in which she responded to questions about her relationship to convicted sex offender Jeffrey Epstein that no one had asked; Der Furor, although he has long championed the American steel industry and placed stiff tariffs on imported steel, is reported to have secured tens of millions of dollars’ worth of donated foreign steel for construction of his gigantic White House ballroom; Ohio prosecutors say that a 37-year-old man is the first person to be convicted under a new federal law for using AI-generated, sexually explicit images of women to intimidate and harass them; and in India, renowned cow protector Chandrashekhar, also known as Farsa Wale Baba, was killed by cow smugglers, sparking outrage among the nation’s cow protection community.

This week, in "honor" of our battered and insanely expensive health care system, a collection of cartoons about our national health care adventure.

This is about what many people can afford nowadays ...

If it's covered by your insurance, so much the better ...

That bill was big and beautiful for sure ... just not for you ...

It's a start ...

Checking the most important vital sign of all ...

They all work better when taken that way ...

It's how things work under RFK, Jr.'s, "leadership" ...

Most accurate diagnosis, ever ...

Variations on the medical symbol of the Staff of Asclepius - from left to right, top row first: "Obstetrics," "Pediatrics," "Anesthesiology," "Surgery," "Orthopedics," "Pain Management," "Gastroenterology," "Cardiology," "Radiology," and "Pathology" ...

This is absolutely true of every doctor's office I've ever waited in ...

I hope today's collection of cartoons has helped heal your attitude after a week of being mentally injured by terrible news.

Have a good day and a great weekend, and come back tomorrow for a Poetry Sunday salute to the founder of the Salvation Army. More thoughts then.

Bilbo

Great Moments in Editing and Signage

Welcome to the first collection of Great Moments in Editing and Signage for April ... let's get right to it!

HHS Secretary Robert F. Kennedy, Jr., is getting ready for the next Covid-19 variant ...

If it really cures "brain fag," I think we should buy a few bottles for every member of Congress ...

It's the secret ingredient of everything prepared in the White House kitchen ...

I'll bet Danielle regrets the error at least as much as US ...

It's good advice ...

Of all the places one would think Braille signage wouldn't be needed ...

I'll bet they don't have a very high recidivism rate ...

Well, his day certainly took a turn for the better ...

I know what they mean ... and you know what they mean ... but ...

I think I'll be rearranging my sock drawer that day ...

And that's it for this week's collection ... I hope it helped you compensate for the shame and embarrassment of having to acknowledge being an American in the time of Der Furor's administration.

Have a good day and come back tomorrow for Cartoon Saturday and a collection of cartoons about the medical care you can't afford any more. More thoughts then.

Bilbo

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Have a good day. More thoughts coming.

Bilbo

Musical Sunday

This past week saw the largest mass demonstrations in American history as an estimated 8-9 million people took to the streets for the second "No Kings Day," protesting the creeping authoritarianism and white religious supremacist leanings of Der Furor and his enablers.

At the height of World War II, with Nazi Germany an existential threat to democracies and decency around the world, humor was - then as now - a potent weapon against the image and behavior of a tyrant like Adolf Hitler. This popular tune by Spike Jones and his City Slickers was one of the classics of the genre ...

Here are the lyrics:

When Der Fuehrer says, "We ist der master race"

We Heil! Heil! Right in Der Fuehrer's face

Not to love Der Fuehrer is a great disgrace

So we Heil! Heil! Right in Der Fuehrer's face

When Herr Goebbels says, "We own der world und space,"

We Heil! Heil! Right in Herr Goebbels' face

When Herr Goring says "They'll never bomb this place,"

We Heil! Heil! Right in Herr Goring's face

Are we not the supermen

Aryan pure supermen

Ja we ist der supermen

Super-duper supermen

Ist this Nazi land so good?

Would you leave it if you could?

Ja this Nazi land is good!

Vee would leave it if we could 

 

We bring the world to order

Heil Hitler's world New Order

Everyone of foreign race will love Der Fuehrer's face

When we bring to der world disorder.

When Der Fuehrer says, "We ist der master race"

We Heil! Heil! Right in Der Fuehrer's face.

Not to the love the Not to love Der Fuehrer is a great disgrace

So we Heil! Heil! Right in Der Fuehrer's face

When Der Fuehrer says, "We ist der master race"

We Heil! Heil! Right in Der Fuehrer's face

Not to love Der Fuehrer is a great disgrace

So we Heil! Heil! Right in Der Fuehrer's face

It's no wonder that I've found "Der Furor" to be a most appropriate nickname for the despicable creature who was, sadly, elected by angry Americans not ready for the consequences of their choice.

Have a good day and enjoy the rest of your weekend. More thoughts coming.

Bilbo

Cartoon Saturday

And April's off to a flying start ...

The Artemis II spacecraft launched spectacularly and successfully from Cape Canaveral on Wednesday, marking mankind's first return to the moon since the 1970s; Der Furor defenestrated Attorney General Pam Bondi, frustrated over her handling of the Epstein Files and her inability to follow through on revenge prosecutions of his enemies; a Federal judge ordered work on Der Furor's White House ballroom to cease until the project has been reviewed and approved by Congress and its sources of funding clarified; a U.S. F-15 fighter was shot down over Iran on Friday - one crew member was rescued and the other is still missing; Secretary of Defense (Not War) Pete Hegseth fired the Chief of Staff of the Army in the middle of a war, apparently because he refused Hegseth's order to remove otherwise qualified officers from promotion lists because of their race or sex; and in China, a law has been introduced to stop people storing the ashes of their dead relatives in empty high-rise apartments converted into ancestral shrines rather than paying for more expensive and increasingly scarce cemetery plots.

This week, in honor of the "No Kings" rallies around the country in opposition to the self-proclaimed king in the White House, a collection of cartoons about royalty ...

Pun of the day ...

It looks like Der Furor isn't the only monarch given to changing his mind on a moment's notice ...

There's funny as in ha-ha and there's funny as in bring me a strait jacket. I know which one applies.

That's not how Der Furor reacts to comedy he doesn't like ... he cuts off their licenses rather than their heads ...

It's only an interview if the questions actually get answered ...

Remind you of anyone? ...

Whatever works ...

Ah, the Royal "We" ...

I think you may want to consult your intelligence analysts ...

No, he's definitely not ready ...

And that's it for the first Cartoon Saturday of April and our squinty-eyed salute to the kings we used to not have in this country. I hope you had a much chuckle in the midst of war and creeping authoritarianism.

Have a good day and a great weekend, and come back tomorrow for Musical Sunday and a look back to a song parodying another dictator. More thoughts then. 

Bilbo