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#270 In which we give credit where credit is due

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#269 In which My Country Tis of What???

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The Trump Administration wants federal employees to sign nondisclosure agreements, read a recent headline. We here at ConstiToonies think think this is about as likely as it is legal, but we do wonder what the government is up to that it thinks it needs to keep secret in, say, the department of education or RFKJr’s department of anti-vaccination. Government by the people, of the people and for the people, on a need to know basis? In other news, they’re going to try to slap Trump’s grim visage on the $250 bill, the one most people use nowadays to fill up their gas tanks, although we believe that the three-dollar bill would have been more appropriate. We also read about RFK Junior’s adventures in snake-handling—he’s quite adept at it, no doubt as he is in constant need of more of their oil. And Pete Megadeth has just struck the women and non-whites from the Navy promotion list, thus, if we remember correctly, giving them parity (probably not the right word) with the Army. “Thank you for ...

#268 In which we venture inside a cabinet meeting

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#267 In which Kash Patel, fresh from snorkeling in Pearl Harbor, heads to the Strait of Hormuz with his scuba gear

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#266 In which we hatch yet another cunning plan

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#265 In which we play catch-up ball

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  It’s been forever and then some since we last posted. It’s not as if the government has suddenly come to its senses—it’s a little too late for that. But the ConstiToonies HQ team has been traveling, to Washington, D.C., of all places. We avoided the obvious, like the golf course where they’ve been dumping toxic waste from the demolished East Wing, or the reflecting pool where the man of wealth and taste’s handpicked pool guys are ripping off the government at levels seldom seen before 47 landed, or the White House where a billion dollars can, allegedly, get you a pretty decent ballroom and a lot of safety measures if you’re willing to batten down the hatches and never leave the premises, or the site of the forthcoming Arc de Trump that will turn Paris into the Paducah of international travel destinations.   Instead we toured the Capitol, where the introductory movie says all this stuff about checks and balances at which we kept looking at one another in stunned disbelief. Th...