Tom Toles for November 08, 2016
He took the game to Mudville, then claimed that it was rigged, calling opponents crooked, and ugly, obese pigs. He said he'd put America First, only he could save the day. He would make America Great, sending some away. The sneer is there upon his lips, his teeth are clenched in hate, he pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate. And now the voter holds the ball, and now he lets it go. And now the swing commences, and now the world will know. And somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright. A band is playing somewhere and somewhere hearts are light. And somewhere people laughing and somewhere children shout, but there is no joy in Mudville; Mighty Crazy has struck out.