The Story of Kilgore, Part 4: The Politics of a Constitutional Artist
This ought to confuse and/or piss off a lot of people
For the first three parts in the ongoing tale of me (plus some really absurd [lying] commentary from my ex-wife) check out these links:
I really wasn’t “politically aware” until after 9/11/01. I’ve talked to many random people over the years that had the same political “pedigree”, as it were.
After that, everything changed. It was kind of like my generation’s Pearl Harbor. Except that, PH was a military target. I felt like I was righteously angry. So, when we went to war in the Middle East (again), I cheered on our boys in uniform as we were supposed to do.
I was in the Navy during the Clinton years, and believe that his wife’s policies directly led to 9/11, BTW
Anyway. Went through some stuff, came out the other side.
I label myself as a Constitutionalist. I can’t call myself a “conservative” anymore because too many so-called conservatives have sullied the name.
I call myself a Constitutionalist because I believe in what the Founding Fathers did. And the Mothers, don’t get me wrong (Abigail Adams is a personal fave). We were a “shining beacon on a hill”. A country founded on the belief that man could rule himself in the era of inbred aristocracy.
Back to the heart of the matter….
I started doing political cartooning in 2011 with this:
I did a number of anti-Obama cartoons/memes:
I had a political live podcast every day with a man I considered a good friend for two years. If we weren’t on the air, we were talking on the phone and texting. He was the self-appointed “Bad Influence Uncle”/Godfather to my son.
I produced/engineered this thing until Glenn was born. And then Trump happened.
I’m not sure what switch this conman flipped in my family and former friends. Even to this day. I think he had switched political parties six or seven times before he ran as a Republican, blocked the votes of a bunch of the delegates, slandered Ted Cruz, his father, and his wife
This is the guy for whom Jeffrey Epstein had *fourteen* different contact numbers for. FOURTEEN!! The guy that said “if she weren’t my daughter, perhaps I’d be dating her.”
Page 80 for the PDF, 85 on the scans.
Oh, and for anyone that gets butthurt about the truth, I can provide the data. Trump supporters never do their own research. On anything.
So, this guy, that before he promised to “Make America Great Again”, bankrupted casinos, robbed from kids with cancer to buy a six foot portrait of himself, ran multiple businesses with his name on them into the ground (Trump Steaks, Trump Vodka, Trump The Game, and Trump Shuttle for example). Hell, the Mueller Report turned more of a profit than Trump’s businesses, due to the asset forfeiture.
The most distressing/depressing part of this? That conservatives that I fought alongside with accepted this as their Mango Messiah. *THIS GUY*, this man that donated to progressive liberals, espoused progressive policies (I’ll come back to how he ruined our economy with Bernie Sanders’ tariffs), and flew in the face of everything Constitutional and/or Conservative policy.
This man was never a conservative. Or a constitutionalist. He was a conman. An opportunist. He didn’t want to make America great again. He wanted to take more money from idiots.
The worst part was losing my best friend and my mother. And her third husband. The guy that was literally the best man at my wedding. the guy that was the producer at our church. The guy that called me the best camera man he had ever worked with because I was so artistic.
He’s on the Left. Ok, screen right, but still.
So, Trump added $7.8 trillion to the national debt in one term. Obama added $9.3 in two. Trump repeatedly railed against the Second Amendment, making Feinstein cackle with joy…
Pro-abortion when it serves his needs, signing bills that increase abortion funding the exact same amount as his politically-based Title X bullshit, shitting all over Israel with his kowtowing to their enemies (THEY KNEW THAT A WALL WAS COMPLETE BS BEFORE HE CAME AROUND).
I’m near the email length limit. This will come around again.
Good afternoon from Western Wishes.