Richard Crowson Commentary

Politicians can run but they cannot hide from political cartoonist (and banjo player) Richard Crowson and his watchdog, Al. Tune in on alternate Wednesdays to hear the latest.

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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:

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?”

Now come the stories of inspiring heroism, accounts of selfless acts of bravery. There were many who protected others during the Las Vegas shooting rampage. A single shooter’s act of cowardice was greatly outnumbered. Many saved lives and even shielded others with their own bodies as gunfire sprayed about them.

I am an unabashed lover of autumn. When the light takes on a slight golden cast as it filters through fading leaves, I get a little happier. Don’t get me wrong – I like summer. But it’s just so dang emphatic. 

Richard Crowson

When I got up this morning I was sore as I could be
There was pain in every square inch anatomically
Felt like my entire body was just one big bruise
Maybe it’s because I fell asleep last night watching the news

I got a used pair of eclipse glasses
I guess I’ll put ‘em up for sale online.
There must be somebody out there that needs ‘em
For looking at a thing that’s got a bright shine.

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