My old friend Chris Peterson once told me that the wind doesn’t blow in Nevada County, it sucks. And this last week sucked mightily, thanks to the efforts of the conspiracy-inclined followers of QAnon. Nevada County seems to attract elements from both extremes, but this time we managed to go viral with a story that originated from the dark recesses of the righteous right resistance.
Interesting that our local far right blogs have been silent on the subject. Over at Rebane’s, all the talk is centered around the usual suspects: the disloyal press, left wing mental illness, Ragheads under the bed, The Donald’s brilliant foreign policies, Dr. Seuss died for our sins, and of course, “lock her up!” It’s as if they somehow missed a local political event that has captured headlines the world over.
You’d think our MAGA boys would be congratulating themselves on how the alert Forces Of Good saved the the clueless Grass Valley Charter School from Jihad Jim Comey and his Taliband of Terror. Somewhere, in a concrete-reinforced bunker (also known as mom’s basement), a True Believer saw the message from “Q” (alias Trump) in the bowl of alphabet soup he was having for lunch. This unheralded patriot then googled the letters, saw that they corresponded to our little school, and immediately called in the troops.
Certainly, that person deserves the Medal of Freedom and a Big Mac, should his or her identity ever be revealed.
But it would be out of character for that crowd to brag about their victories. As former redneck resident Dick Marshall used to say, “Real greatness doesn’t need a legacy.”
I liked Dahle until he refused to disown the mailer that urged voters to support a doppelganger democrat. Yes, it wasn’t his doing, but he could have called it for the sleazy dirty trick it was.
And I refuse to vote in elections where I can only choose the lesser of one evil.
Bring back multi-party elections!
My editorial cartoon took 1st place in the California Newspaper Publishers Association (CNPA) journalism awards last night. This is for papers with a circulation of 15K or under…
One of the greatest compliments an artist can receive is to have someone commit your art to their skin. It’s a long and painful process, and pretty much permanent. (Not entirely, but it involves another long painful process.)
So it is with great pride that I present this recreation from my interpretation of the Grateful Dead song, Sugar Magnolia. It’s new human host is one Lily Insisiengmay Haschka. Thanks Lily!
(R) The original….
Who wouldn’t want all those things the caravan of candidates are promising? It’s a veritable smorgasbord of new or expanded entitlements, along with voting rights for sixteen year olds and convicted felons. And now, a proposed two trillion dollar infrastructure package from Trumpy and Congress.
There are those who believe it can all pencil out with a billionaire tax and cutting defense to the bone. Gawd, I wish my bank was that easy to fool.
“If there is such a thing as the single most important cartoon in California history, it may well have been ‘The Curse Of California’ by Edward Keller in The Wasp dated August 19, 1882. It uses the symbol of the octopus to describe the stranglehold the (Southern Pacific) railroad barons held on the economic and political life of the state.” – Ed Salzman and Ann Leigh Brown, “The Cartoon History of California”
Keller’s cartoon may have not been the first use of the multi-armed cephalopod , and it certainly wasn’t the last. Robert Bastian of The San Francisco Chronicle used the octo-metaphor to describe Governor Pat Brown’s controversial water projects (including the Oroville Dam) in the early 1960’s.
Carrying on the tradition, I’ve used the octopus several times to lampoon the ever-sucking tentacles of the state and it’s hold over the citizenry.