Freak Out Friday – August 24, 2018

Well, well, well. Been quite the week for Trump. His continued howls of “witch hunt” were crushed on Tuesday, because the definition of a witch hunt is that innocent people suffer as mob hysteria sets in and seeks justice for imagined offenses. But four days ago the verdict came back in the Paul Manafort trial convicting him on eight of the eighteen offenses for which he was being tried (a single juror was the holdout on the remaining ten; possibly a Trump supporter, we don’t know.). Meanwhile, within minutes of that, Michael D. Cohen admitted under oath in open court that Trump instructed him to make payments hushing up his affair with Stormy Daniels in order to influence the election.

Once again we are hearing the oldest refrain in the world: the beginning of the end of the Trump presidency.

Don Be Gone

I’m making a rare non-Friday commentary on Trump.

Trump is comparing Robert Mueller to Joe McCarthy. That reminded me that a major program was started in March of 1954 by a Wisconsin newspaper editor called “Joe Must Go.” The drive of the program was to recall the Communism hating Senator. Although it didn’t quite succeed on its own, it was one of the factors that led to McCarthy being censured and losing all his influence. It’s worth noting that the news was also responsible when Edward R. Murrow did several pieces on him that shredded his support. Why else do you think Trump has been obsessed with convincing the public the news can’t be trusted? Historically the free press helps deter destructive influences in the government. Trump figured that if he could find a way to invalidate belief in the press, he would remove a major enemy in his path. He doesn’t really believe the press is fake. He just wants his followers to believe it.

So this is what we need to begin: Don Be Gone. A national movement to get rid of him. I’m not entirely sure how we go about it, but we have to start something with that sort of very specific focus.

Don Be Gone.

Get it out there.

PAD

Freak Out Friday – August 17, 2018

It’s really true: with the death of Aretha Franklin, there is now an opening for the role of Queen of Soul and there is absolutely no one to fill it. Her passing prompted marvelous words of mourning and sympathy from everyone from private citizens to top leaders.

What did Trump say?

“She worked for me on numerous occasions.”

Because every thing in the world has to be about him. EVERY gøddámņ thing. He couldn’t just talk about the loss. He couldn’t say a matchless talent has been extinguished. He couldn’t say that her voice reflected “our power and our pain, our darkness and our light, our quest for redemption and our hard-won respect,” which is what Obama said. Nope. Had to claim she worked for him, because in all matters great and small, all that matters to Trump is “How does this reflect on me.” Who worked for him, who treated him well, who complimented him, who betrayed him.

Jesus Christ.

Freak Out Friday – August 10, 2018

UPDATE: Now we understand why Trump is pushing a Space Force. It was announced that they were going to produce Space Force souvenirs and merchandise to benefit Trump’s reelection. How did I NOT see that coming?

Screw him. If you want real space souvenirs, go to here to pick up a 60th anniversary t-shirt or other souvenirs that will provide money to NASA. That’s where the real attention to space should be spent.

For the past couple of weeks I have either been on vacation or at conventions with minimal access to computers. I would like to think I missed something, but the fact is that Trump has been up to his usual schtick: Supporting Putin while simultaneously endeavoring to distract attention away from the increasing vise grip of the Mueller investigation.

My unproduced “Supernatural” script

If you are trying to write for a television series, the one thing you don’t do is send them a script for their actual program because you can’t possibly match their voice.

Nevertheless, I came up with an idea for the television program “Supernatural” and couldn’t get it out of my head. It was a sequel to the wonderfully hilarious episode “The French Mistake” in which Sam and Dean Winchester find themselves in an alternate universe where they are believed to be Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles, the stars of a TV series entitled “Supernatural.” All I could think of was, “What happened to the ‘real’ Jared and Jensen when the Supernatural brothers took their place?”

The good news is that my agent is friends with series creator Eric Kripke, so he sent it to Kripke and asked him to send it along to the producers. Kripke happily agreed to do so and did just that.

Over a year later the producers have still not bothered to read it, at least to the best of my knowledge. So I figured that I wanted someone to have a chance to read it. I’ve posted it on my Patreon page, so everyone currently following that can check it out.

For those unsure, I am reproducing the Teaser here so you can judge for yourself. If you like what you read, then go here.

And here’s the teaser. Pardon the slightly improper script style; the site won’t allow me to print it in the standard format.

Apparently I should just stick to writing comics

As I occasionally do on Twitter, for the past day or so I have taken potshots at #FakePOTUS, pointing out his lies and attempts at deception.

This seemed to have annoyed some people, because this afternoon Kathleen discovered on Twitter that four different individuals all felt the need to tell me to knock it off. Speaking in almost perfect unison, as GOPers are wont to do, they declared that I should keep my mouth shut about politics and stick to writing comic books.

Kathleen promptly blocked them on Twitter, but I feel that’s something worth addressing.

See, here’s the thing: People don’t really care if I’m writing something other than comics. I wrote “But I Digress” for fifteen years, commenting on all manner of things, and no one told me to stick to comics. I’ve had over a hundred novels published; I don’t recall reviewers or fans declaring I should just write comics. Viewers of “Space Cases,” “Babylon 5” or “Young Justice” never demanded to know why I wasn’t sticking with comics.

Yet amazingly when I voice my political views, suddenly there’s an assertion that my words should be limited to the colorful pages of comics. As a matter of fact, noted singers are told they should stick to singing and actors to acting when they likewise criticize the #FakePOTUS, even though if they happen to publish books, no one asserts they should stick to music or acting.

Upon giving this some thought, I’m forced to the ineluctable conclusion that people don’t really care that I’m branching beyond comics when I criticize #FakePOTUS. Instead they are upset because I’m saying things with which they disagree, and far more people are listening to me than would listen to them considering I have nearly 16,000 followers and they have nine (and actors and musicians have far more.)

So how about this: Instead of stating that you think I should stop embarrassing myself making comments that over three hundred people liked, why don’t you just be honest and declare you either envy my ability to express myself or just hate my guts because I think Trump is an idiot who could launch world War III because he felt pissy that day, and you’re too busy kissing his ášš to admit it or simply too stupid to realize it.

Does it sound as if I’m encouraging hate speech? No. I just find hypocrisy almost as irritating.

PAD