Friday, December 30, 2017.
Oliver Mannion gave his old dad Garry Trudeau’s Yuge!: 30 Years of Doonesbury on Trump for Christmas. I’ve said before, the great American novel has been written by a comic strip artist who can barely draw. Trudeau spotted Trump for what he was right from the beginning of that awful man’s awful career. It’s all there. The spoiled child’s solipsism, the self-infatuation, the pathological disregard for other people’s needs or feelings, the lust for money and power and aggrandizement, the sexual predation that isn’t about sex but about trophy hunting and humiliating people he sees as weaker than himself, the complete lack of shame or conscience or a sense of responsibility or an awareness of limits, his seeing the world and everybody in in it as toys for his amusement---and he’s like Sid from Toy Story. His idea of play is indulging his sadism.---and, most disturbingly, his recognition that he can get away with whatever he likes because a large number of people will admire him for it because he’s rich and powerful and famous. Admire? Adore him! And the media will aid and abet him because he’s ratings and advertising gold and because enough journalists are as smitten with his money and fame as their readers and viewers. They’re by nature fawners and sycophants and lapdogs and "sheep.". Yuge! is a cautionary tale that events have turned into a jeremiad.
Everybody should read it, political journalists and pundits especially, all of whom should keep a framed copy of this strip on on their desks, the way Saint Jerome kept a skull on his. It’s from November of 1999! Trudeau was imagining Trump running for President in 2000. Like I said up top. We were warned.