Crazytown

I don’t know if I really have much to say about this one. Another cartoonist did something on the topic a few weeks ago with a character in it that I thought looked sort of like Lowly Worm from Richard Scarry’s Busytown series of children’s books, and I realized I had yet to see anyone use that as a reference to noted public menace Robert F. Kennedy, Jr., despite the obvious connection.

So of course, several other people had the same idea between then and now while I was drawing and coloring this. Nobody did anything quite as elaborate as mine, at least not that I’ve seen, but I don’t know if that’s an adequate excuse for being leapfrogged, considering that the caricature here looks a bit too much like Steve Martin, and I didn’t even really try to mimic Richard Scarry’s drawing style.

As mentioned, the cartoon comments on Robert F. Kennedy, Jr., a dangerous psychopath and alleged sex-assaulter with a long, Jeffrey Dahmeresque history of murdering animals and abusing their corpses, who resembles a dried apple head and has a voice that sounds like Tom Waits hate-fucking a garbage disposal while choking on a chicken bone.

Way to go, Cheryl Hines! You snagged yourself a real winner of a husband, there—the kinda womanizing dirtbag who cheated on his previous wife so remorselessly and often that she killed herself over it! Larry David ought to publicly apologize for introducing the two of you whether you want an apology or not, which actually does feel like something he might’ve done on Curb, say in the form of a passive-aggressive open letter in The New Yorker or some other magazine like that.

Democrats just rolled over and let this deranged, old catcher’s mitt-faced lunatic become Secretary of Health and Human Services instead of indefinitely holding his nomination up with every single procedural obstacle they could think of presumably because they don’t care about protecting anyone from these methed–out, stinky, pestilence-spreading gangsters as much as they care about continuing to gorge alongside them from the same trough of graft.

Or maybe they’re just too damn lazy. Who can say for sure? Does the difference really matter, given the end result?

I guess it’s up to average Americans in RFK, Jr.’s immediate vicinity to solve the problem by deliberately spitting on him the next time they catch some disease enabled by his influence. Let’s see how he feels about public vaccination programs then, huh?

Maybe Sirhan Sirhan actually did Robert F. Kennedy, Sr. a favor by preventing him from seeing what an embarrassing creep his son would turn out to be.