Tuesday, September 13, 2016

The New Yorker notices

When cartoons of this sort start appearing in The New Yorker, the Hillary health story is reaching critical mass:

Wrong Bernie, ma'am
I hear the whistling. Do you hear it?


R.A. Crankbait said...

I've been expecting someone to photoshop Hillary's face onto the body of the priest being carried away from Ground Zero.

Bike Bubba said...

And no less than Bill, on camera, revealed that his wife is having these spells a lot....just before backing away from it after he realized he'd accidentally told the truth.

Who do I want on the line when that 3am call comes? Well, preferably someone who doesn't need an IV drip to keep hydrated.

R.A. Crankbait said...

Who do you want on the phone when that 3 pm nap-time call comes in?

Gino said...

what's more: the less than flattering way the cartoonist chooses to depict her. (frumpy, pant suit, old/aged)... he may end up regretting this.