Richard Crowson

Editorial commentator

Richard Crowson is not only a editorial commentator for KMUW. He's also a cartoonist, an artist and a banjo player.

You might have heard him play with his band Pop & The Boys or with his wife at their standing gig at Watermark Books & Cafe. Richard is also KMUW's editorial cartoonist.

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Oh, my goodness! Can that year finally be over? Whew! Bet you never thought we'd get here! But the good news is we survived!

So many weird and off-the-wall events took place... it just seems like it would never end. So here we are at the start of a brand new year. Let's all raise a glass and cheer the end of that wild and crazy 2018! 

Poor Governor Sam Brownback - stuck in limbo as he awaits Senate confirmation of his appointment as Ambassador of International Religious Freedom. Hapless Sam is finding himself jerked around by the Washington political process.

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the White House
Not a creature was colluding, not even his spouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Vladimir soon would be there;
When out on the lawn there were TV crews,
And Trump sprang from his bed to check out the fake news.
When what did his wondering eyes see below,
But nineteen #MeToo victims all in a row.
Congressional women for his resignation did call;
Trump screamed, “Dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”

In the first month of Trumpsmess the lie he told to me:

Richard Crowson

Tucked between the season of ghostly screams and the season of 20-megaton "Ho Ho Ho's" is the quiet, contemplative holiday: Thanksgiving.

Here’s a little tune The President is singing these days:

Strangers in the night - Who’s this Paul Manafort?
George Papadopoulos??? - Not heard that name before
Rick Gates rings no bell, They’re all unknown to me
I know I once bragged that my memory was bigly
But that was before Bob Mueller came after me
Wish that he would go
And bother Hillary

There are certain sacrifices a parent makes for their young children. Often we don’t even view it as a sacrifice, so devoted are we to our offspring. But every now and then there are moments of parental dread when a particular chore for our child must be undertaken.

So it was for me, many years ago, when my daughter was 9. It was about this time of year when she looked at me with the sweet charm of childhood expectation glowing in her eyes and she uttered those words that I had so hoped she would not.

“Daddy, are we going to do a jack-o’-lantern this year?”

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