Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for February 25, 2017

Tests scheduled for today will be written tomorrow.

Note teachers will take today to make the tests harder

Either way – a victory for democrazy …. err democracy! (my bad!)

that’s how president breitFART rolls and his puppet dRUMF.

I’m amazed Danae agreed to watch a ‘fake news’ forecast at all.

More exploding heads means fewer reasonable thinkers

Remember when news shows began showing what people were saying about a story on Twitter? That’s when I stopped watching the news.

Around here, the weather people hype outrageous forecasts to drum up ratings, school officials believe them and cancel school, and then nothing happens. Over and over, all winter long.

I hope Danae likes going to school until July 4th. You can delay it, but it still needs to be done.

If you tell a lie often enough and with enough conviction, that’s what happens.

One day everyone will notice it is not snowing, truth will out.

The day will come when we learn Danae’s mother is Kellyanne.

My wife, who was a reporter and news editor, once said, “The trouble with cable TV is that it treats news like gossip, and gossip like news.” She’s a very smart woman.

Anybody remember the movie “Matrix”? and its end. . .

A “snow day” today just mean an extra day at the end of spring. Much worse to be stuck in class when it’s hot outside.

Might be funny if it wasn’t so depressingly plausible.

The strategy was called the “Big Lie” and was Commie Propaganda oriented in the 40s and 50s. The idea is to use hyperbole, exaggeration, and puffery to sell a outrageous and improbable lie. Better than paying protesters instead, just brainwash them.

STILL??? I’ll check back when I’m sure the psycho-brat and her equine hallucination go back in their basket.

“Alternate facts” are sheep fodder being shoveled out online, and consumed without reading the label that has the skull and crossbones.

My fantasy is a Sunday strip where we see dad take her smart phone, set it in back of a tire, and back over it. Repeatedly.

Then sweep up the bits, put them into an old blender in the garage, and puree what’s left. Pour it into a paper cup and return the bits to Danae, and tell her she can get a replacement when she finishes reassembling it. Then dad goes inside and deletes her account, after adding a few comments of his own (Mu-ah-ha-ha-ha!)

And so begins the reign of Darth Danae.

As I write this, it’s late 2019; the stock market is up 38% since Trump was elected. Feel much like a chump, Wiley?