Toon Musings: Activity Corner, Epilogue


So where next for Dear Leader? He fled to his golf resort in Florida, but he is legally enjoined from living there permanently. New York City hates his living guts. In fact, in most of America he’s likely to be greeted thusly:

The Saudis might tolerate him, or his crush Vladimir, or his other crush Kim Jong Un. Hungary, Turkey or Brazil might suffer themselves to suffer him; frankly, it’d be a lot easier for him if he wasn’t bankrupt, a known liar and fraud, and an utter jerk as well. Fortunately, there’s probably one island resort with a bed ready and waiting for him–Riker’s Island. Bon voyage, Dear Leader! You’ve lived rent-free in our heads for far, far too long. You’re evicted! And here’s your final calendar, dear readers:

 

Enjoy the full advent calendar!

We’ve counted down the 25 days of the Advent of a New Administration, leading up to Inauguration Day 2121. Open the doors to view previous days:

Phil Maish is a freelance cartoonist of no repute. His modest efforts may be viewed at myth-fits.com. He has worked for the Government, the Press, the Opera, and a Soulless Corporation. Self-taught and beholden only to his formidable wife and amazing son, he spends his free time gadding about in his vintage autogyro and, with his faithful manservant Nicopol, exploring forgotten ruins, discovering hitherto unknown animal species, smashing spy rings, and regaling fellow members of the League of Intrepid Adventurers with tales of his intrepid adventures.