Out The Door [David’s blog on saturday morning smack-dab]

Years ago we created a single panel cartoon called At The Door. The image never changed: DogDog and BabyCat sitting at the front door, staring out into the world. Dogga, ever the idealist conversing with a hyper-cynical BabyCat. No syndicate wanted our cartoon so we let it slip quietly into the portfolio of “tried but no takers”.

Smack-Dab is a cartoon that we never intended to syndicate. It was – and is – for fun. The dirty little secret of Smack-Dab is that I’ve never drawn any of it. Kerri has always cobbled it together from earlier Chicken Marsala panels, mixing and matching images that she plucked from one of the hundreds of Chicken strips. That was, until her computer died. Her Photoshop capacity died with it and, being a child of the Depression, she refuses to replace it as long as her dinosaur iPad Mini is still chugging along.

So, Smack-Dab has unintentionally become a variation of At The Door, only instead of our over-enthusiastic dog and our deeply-distrusting cat, we’re the characters staring out into the community, a community that we more-and-more do not recognize. We see a nation that sells its soul for an airplane. A Republican Congress that stands silently by as bribery, grift, and corruption corrode the foundation of our nation. They could stop it in a moment, this Project 2025 public execution of our democracy, but they are complicit. They are now the poster-party of “penny-wise-pound-foolish;” sacrificing the greater Constitution to protect their personal interest. And that is the sickness that poisons the blood of The United States of America: personal gain smothers community service. It is the cancer that is threatening to kill our nation-body.

And we watch out the door. We find ourselves, smack-dab in the middle of middle age, smack-dab in the historical moment when our leadership failed, when morality collapsed and cowardice prevailed: a golden airplane for a bribe and a military parade to mask the shallow men and women who exchange the land of the free and the home of the brave for a few coins, a Saudi golf course, and a chance to keep their seats warm. And we-the-people, all of us, live inside of their sickness.

read Kerri’s blogpost about SICKNESS

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Shake The Sickness [David’s blog on Flawed Wednesday]

We thought it was motion sickness or perhaps a brush with heat stroke. In retrospect, it was her first symptoms of COVID. Fever and nausea. Perception is a funny thing. We were on a pontoon boat on Lake Powell, a miracle of water in the middle of the desert. We ascribed her sickness to the circumstance of the moment, blinding ourselves to the presence of the virus.

20 days later, now at home, I called an ambulance. Searing pain in her back, intense nausea. She couldn’t move. She lost consciousness and when she came back into her body, she was utterly incoherent. She couldn’t keep her eyes open. I dialed 911. I thought she had a stroke or heart attack. It never occurred to me that it was COVID inflaming her spine. Sometimes we miss the obvious sickness in the pressure of the moment.

It is through these two experiences that we witness and interpret this moment in our nation’s history. The sickness is right in front of our faces. Is it the pressure of the moment, the circumstances, that make so many of our citizens willingly blind to the hate-filled virus? To what do we attribute the appeal of this maga-fascist movement within a multi-cultural democracy? I am writing ahead so am freshly disgusted by what we witnessed last night at the maga-rally at Madison Square Garden.

This morning I heard this question: Why do we hold Kamala Harris to a high standard for her position on issues, her capacity to articulate ideas, for the emotions she does or does not exhibit – and yet, there is no equal standard or expectation for her opponent? For him, there is no bar too low, no lie too repugnant, no assertion too vile…We’ve normalized his hate-speak; we’ve come to expect his racist, misogynistic rhetoric.

Why the disparity? His fascist rants drive ratings. In a decent society it should disqualify him.

Are we truly this sadly transactional? Is our moral center nothing more than quid-pro-quo?

Kamala holds herself to a high standard. She actually has ideas to articulate. She has and follows a moral compass. She holds fast to a firm belief in public service and champions the tenets of our constitution. She believes the occupant of the office of the presidency should lead by example, should elevate rather than diminish others, should support rather than threaten, should solve problems rather than make accusations, should embody and lead from a high standard, should take responsibility rather than blame. I’m almost embarrassed to write this as it should be a given for any candidate for our nation’s highest office: she also has a firm grasp of reality.

Her opponent and his party have no such expectation of themselves.

We’ve just witnessed a major newspaper withhold an endorsement for fear of retribution if maga-man wins the election. Jeff Bezos does not wish his future business deals to suffer in the event of a maga-win. We are witness to politicians – like Mitt Romney – who fear retribution and banishment from their party if they speak honestly about authoritarian big daddy. That our business leaders, that our politicians fear retribution – retribution from a candidate for president – this is the sickness. This is the fascist disease currently infecting the tongues and minds of those who have platforms to speak.

Think about it: In the United States of America, many of our senior republican politicians are so fearful of defending our democracy that they ask us not to hear what we hear. They gaslight without shame. In 2024, in the United States of America, some of our most successful business people, some who control much of our media, are choosing silence at the very moment we most need their voices. Or, worse, they are actively spreading the lies of the autocrat-wanna-be. Apparently, magnifying the bile could be good for business.

Quid pro quo. No virtue necessary. No moral fiber required. This is the virus attacking the courage- the spinal system – of our nation.

We hold Kamala Harris to a high standard because she holds us to a high standard. She believes that we will vote for a healthy future and not a diseased-fantasy-past. She believes that, after the maga-fever-dream passes, we will as a nation reunite, regain our health. We will hold ourselves and our elected officials to a higher standard. We will re-embody our famous optimism – and those who lost themselves in cowardice and hatred will reawaken, shake the sickness from their hearts and brains, and ask, as Kerri asked in the ER, “What just happened?”

read Kerri’s blogpost about THE VIRUS

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