Embracing the New (F'ed-Up) Normal

Election shme-lection, sez me! I'm moving on. After all, it's just my heart, and my country, that are broken. WRITTEN & ILLUSTRATED by PETER MOORE, WHO, IF HE WASN'T LAUGHING, WOULD BE CRYING.

THE DAY AFTER THE ELECTION casinos.com released the top places Googled by my fellow Coloradans as they plot their escapes from Trumplandia. I agree that Europe, New Zealand, and Ireland would be fine places to hide out for four years.

But I hate packing!

Instead, I’m embracing The New Normal.

The results have been great so far.

On November 6th, the sun rose just as it always does.

I enjoyed breakfast, just like always.

Then the Amazon guy rang the doorbell. But it was a mis-delivery.

Where are the porch pirates when you need them?

Later, I relaxed by watching hoops on TV.

Both teams lost. And the ball was weird.

So to cheer up a bit, I shopped for real estate.

OK, I did have a little headache. So I sought pharmaceutical relief.

While I waited or my meds to kick in, I began a new hobby.

I could stare at my navel for hours! Years! Nothing troubling down there.

And finally, before bed, I surfed over to Rotten Tomatoes™, to check Certified F-ed-Up™ streaming options for 2025.

Maybe I should cancel my TV subscriptions. And everything else, for that matter.

Goodnight, and Good Luck.

“No one can terrorize a whole nation, unless we are all his accomplices.”

—Edward R. Murrow