That's Guilty, Guilty, Guilty!!

 Sorry to break the usual flow of SFF related stuff, but I can't resist going political for just a moment:

I wasn't going to celebrate today, but I will now. Fuck yeah. 

We Interrupt Our Regularly Scheduled Programming

 

(I just discovered Windows' Snipping Tool. It's pretty basic, of course, but it works.)

and finally....

The long national nightmare isn't quite over, of course, as long as Mitch McConnell runs the Senate. I have no hopes Republicans will cooperate with a Biden administration. A lot depends on the two Georgia senate seat runoffs. 

Still, it seems like we've pulled back from the brink. The spontaneous outbursts of dancing in the streets in American cities (and the rest of the world) yesterday was a joy to watch. And I'm sure people actually slept last night, for the first time in a week (or more). 

Such a relief. Breathe. Carry on. We can do this. 

Rest in Peace

Bravo to whoever did this, and thank you to whoever screencapped it before it was gone.

Republicans should be ashamed, but unfortunately, they're such power-hungry, craven cowards they won't be. 😡

Your Political Interlude: Impeach the Mofo

Trump and Boris Johnson are in a breakneck competition for Worst Person in the Effing World, and I'm not sure who is winning.

Humpty Trumpty sat on the wall.....

Humpty Trumpty had a great fall.....

And all the king's horses and all the king's men.....

(let's pray to every Deity that may have ever existed) Won't put Humpty Trumpty together again.

Bonus: Campfire Karaoke!

And across the pond, Magic for Beginners!

(With apologies to Kelly Link)

And Now, Your Political Interlude

Welcome to 1819 2019.

Where the Confederacy has never died.

And the ghost of Harriet Tubman is shaking her head.

Bonus: Leslie Jones' righteous Saturday Night Live rant.

This has been your weekly Pregnant Woman in a Coal Mine commentary. Be afraid, but be prepared, America.

And Now, Your Political Interlude

Let's start with the blindingly obvious.

But hey, y'know, as long as he keeps owning the libs.

Attorney General Bill Barr did not exactly cover himself with glory either.

That's called shrinking oneself to fit.

In other news:

If only there were some "good guys with guns" here....

And finally, Porky says goodnight.

Vlad laughs, and Jesus weeps.

Cartoons of the Week

Black holes were in the news this week.

Except there's more than one kind of black hole.

You generally want to avoid being drawn into one, but in this case I wish Stephen Miller would be sucked into the black hole in Trump's head and never come out again. 

But of course, Captain Redaction will always come along to save the day.

And thus endeth another week in the Formerly Greatest Country On Earth, now Greatest Shitshow (although Britain is currently giving us a run for our money).

Cartoons of the Week

A little more scattershot this time, with a few different stories.

Ewwwww.

Yep, that's about right.

And back to the same old well we go, like a dog returning to its vomit.

Sure enough. Never mind that a lot of his rural white voters would suffer as well. Just as long as they own the libs.

(This is called cutting off your nose to spite your face.)

In other news.....

We need to go forward, not back.

Couldn't happen to a nicer group of cowards.

I really wish he would do this, but I know he won't.

Cartoons of the Week

And now, the Mueller report. 

This is a good definition, I think. 

Now, back to the usual nastiness.

With Mike Lee adding his very special brand of stupidity.

And thus endeth the week.

And Now: Your Political Interlude

Wow. Samantha Bee rips Tucker Carlson into itty bitty cracker-sized pieces. It couldn't happen to a whiter nicer guy.

Cartoons of the Week

The "national emergency" at work, folks.

It's not like we thought this through, now is it?

So was this "deal with the devil" really worth it?

Only MAGAts can answer that.

Cartoons of the Week: Nancy Pelosi

Nancy Pelosi definitely won the week.

Now, hopefully the "Pelosi clap" has entered the lexicon.

Nicely done, Madame Speaker.

Meet the New Year/Boss, Same as the Old

It's going to be a tough year.

Full of lies, broken promises, and people getting shafted.

But there is light at the end of the tunnel, hopefully.

And I really hope Mitch McConnell gets his royal comeuppance at the hands of Nancy Smash.

It's going to be a long two years (please Deity, only two), but we can do it. Let's buckle down and get to work.

Political Interlude

So this is what this country has been reduced to.

Even if Brett Kavanaugh we not creditably accused of sexual misconduct, his screaming, crying, out-of-control performance during the hearings disqualifies him in and of itself. (If he were a she, I daresay it would be called "hysterical.") He evidently believes that just because of his penis and melanin-free skin, he is entitled to sit on the Supreme Court, and woe to anyone who gets in his way.

If this were a movie, it might be called "The Last Stand of the Angry White Male." Because it is a last stand. Because young people were disgusted by the Republican Party's naked power grab this week, and hopefully they will rise up and vote. Looking back, I hope Christine Blasey Ford (and Julie Swetnick and the other women who have come forward), will be remembered as heroes. But I'm sad that revealing their pain, and dragging them through the mud, is the price that must be paid for excising the cancer that is spreading through this country.

Your Irregular Political Interlude

Never piss off a writer.