Oh My! Seems it’s time for another installment of, Li’l Orphink Alien, in which we introduce an exciting new character, “Daddy Trumpbux”!!
In order to share the blame – er, credit, I should mention here, that the spark for this strip, the nub of inspiration so to speak, came from Walt, who suggested the idea of a Hamster combover toupee, for um… Daddy… This got me to thinking (dangerous at any time) and before too long, I’d scribbled out a strip… However, though it ended about the same, the middle part was a bit flat – but after a bit of discussion, Walt suggested the dialog for the final four panels, which was rather better than what I had on my layouts – So I redrew those panels to fit and here we are…
Now let’s all sing along, as we march around the breakfast table… Oh – who’s that little Chatterbox, the one with stinky mismatched socks? Tune in an’ listen now an’ then – To li’l Orphink Alien…
She an’ Katzie plan an’ scheme, Destroyin’ Earth is their dream… But they always fail again – that’s Li’l Orphink Alien!!
You have to have income to have to pay income tax.
Whal I sho nuff doan ‘member Lil Orphan Annie talkin lak she’s ah member of ah minstrel show. But then, she wuz a bit befo mah time.
Trumpbux eh? Why not? Crony capitalist so and so is claiming to be a conservative but he was not above endorsing and benefiting from the use of governmental eminent domain to take people’s private property from them for his private business use. You got the wrong character winding up in the shark tank. (Actually he’d be right at home among them.) Rant, rant, rant, spew, choke, snort!
Almost having the singular honour of being rescued by The Donald from a fate they may have in reality brought on themselves in the first place, our heroes/villains find that they don’t make the cut of his generosity. But rather he sends them to the back of the line. Their only hope, the beautiful welcoming gate to the beautiful wall, (that in an act of true commanding genius developed by the Wharton School of Finance graduate) that is actually paid for by those that are meant to be kept out.
At that, Trump is probably one of the kindlier Repuglican candy — er, candidates… at least he rescued the Robot, whereas some of the others would not only kick them both into the drink, but also hold their heads under, meanwhile preaching the gospel of “trickle down…”
Actually, I’m feeling sorry for the sharks. If they bite into our “dippy duo”, indigestion, at the very least.
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