Friday, August 14, 2015

Signs of the Apocalypse, Part 2 – GOP Presidential Campaign Posters

“I wonder who they are
The men who really run this land
And I wonder why they run it
With such a thoughtless hand” – David Crosby

Welcome to the thrilling, chilling and never-ending saga of the 2016 Republican Presidential carnival, fun house and freak show. You’ve waited all week. You’ve been at the edge of your Barcalounger. What little slumber you’ve managed has been fitful and excruciatingly unsatisfying. You’ve suffered our shared national indignation in the non-stop, 24 hour press coverage of every Donald Trump utterance, act and bodily function. MSNBC, once the sole television voice of Progressive America has degraded itself in its transformation into “All Donald, All the Time” and the once proud U.S. of A. stoops humbled and humiliated, a Dogpatchian Hooterville in the eyes and estimation of the international community. Ancient, cave-dwelling, hidden civilizations, lacking in language or alphabet, gape, wide-eyed and slack-jawed in astonishment at a culture so enthralled and enchanted by the obvious and oblivious, malicious-minded missing link who prowls the gaudy, gold-plated halls of Trump Tower and other such bejeweled and bedazzled brothels, as they consider us with justified attitudes of deserved superiority, and wretched sympathy.

But, as surely as there is a God in Heaven (whoops, regular readers will recall my avowed atheism) this I swear to you, sanity and sensibility will once again regain a foothold and reign supreme, and our long national nightmare will reach its blessed conclusion, for, finally, “… and several butcher’s aprons” proudly presents its heralded and highly anticipated presentation of part 2 of “Signs of the Apocalypse – GOP Presidential Campaign Posters” (a bit too much of a build-up?) When last we met, the lampooning of the GOP herd commenced with the ten participants who debated in the evening hours. This week hence, we close with suggested slogans for the lesser polling seven who contended while the sun still shone and we worker bees yet toiled.

For those interested in the earlier installment, please follow this link. For those utterly apathetic about it, feel free to do the same, but don’t restrain your resentment.

As is always the case, the comically captioned pictures can be enlarged for clearer comprehension with but a single, magical mouse click.

For a little extra course credit, one gratis, additional debate related jape -

“What are their names
And on what streets do they live?
I'd like to ride right over
This afternoon and give
Them a piece of my mind
About peace for mankind
Peace is not an awful lot
To ask”

From “If I Could Only Remember My Name,” David Crosby’s 1971 debut solo album, “What are their Names?”

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