There's something Garrison-esque about this comic that I can't quite place. Something about the combination of panicked naivite and the apparent relish the subjects were drawn with, and the random unnecessary ass, is evoking something both ham-fistedly performative but also somehow truly sinister around the edges.

No wait, I got it. The art style reminds me of a Grimms fairy tale book, this is a german-style fairy tale threat about how we better support genocide or else, delivered with classic German smugness and an barely-hidden excitement at the prospect of seeing these threats come true against the communists and immigrants who deserve it for being too stupid to give you the support you deserved.

Oh also when the turbofash take over, there will be no more 4ths of July for some reason. Nationalists hate nationalist war holidays.

yes yes the right and left side should also both include itself yes

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If you want to know what power feels like, try to get yourself driven around in a motorcade. Flashing police chaperone lights form a perimeter as you blaze down an empty highway, waiting cars backed up on entry ramps as you pass. It’s as if the world is holding its breath. For you. Also, rules don’t apply: On a cool spring day, driving down suburban Minneapolis side streets, we run red lights and whip round curves so fast I can barely take in the commonplace American view. Tract housing, big box stores, churches, office parks, semi-​industrial no-man’s-land. Finally, we arrive at our destination, Nine Mile Brewing, in Bloomington, Minnesota. “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go,” commands someone—a Secret Service agent, maybe—as the motorcade pulls into a loading dock. Politics, I will come to discover in the next few days, involves a lot of backstage spaces: service entrances, freight elevators, places where Very Important People can slip in and out of events unnoticed. Politics also involves a lot of comically fast walking—to wit, at Nine Mile, an entourage of 30 or so are noisily hustling to follow a trim, blond woman in a pristine white suit as she strides nonchalantly past clanging, gurgling brewing vats, aiming for a back office. This is my first glimpse of first lady Dr. Jill Biden: Exiting the sealed chamber of power into the middle of America, a vision of calm amid utter cacophony.

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*weapons of mass dementia y

cross-posted from: https://lemmygrad.ml/post/4983331

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