Inflated Ego.

Bubbles burst, egos deflate, the golden calf jumps over the moon.

“They say the Moon is very big and getting there is a Big Deal. I am bigger, much, much bigger.”

What can one say? Everybody knows by now that somebody’s goin’ to have to pop that gasbag one of these days, and sooner rather than later, like before Tuesday, or is Monday, tomorrow? He just keeps blundering around, creating havoc — great stinking messes— then walking away in search of new, crazy ideas.

Iran is something else, however.

And the Moon? He seems not to have figured out his angle on that yet. But be sure he’s going to mess with it, though. There’s no balloon too big to pop.

The Ides of March just passed, a sadly missed opportunity.

The likeness in the base sketch for the “inked” drawing at the top is terrible.¹ Truly atrocious. I tried a few times, but just was not coming even close, so I cheated. I traced over a photo I found online, then did a little tweaking. It’s uncharacteristically realistic for my style, but just right for political cartooning, I’d say.

This was the original sketch concept from about a month ago when I was in Cuba. The likeness here is also truly awful.

I sat on the idea until now. Waiting to see what atrocity might be next, perhaps. It just keeps getting better, or is that worse? More outrageous. Greater atrocity.

We don’t want to know where it ends; we just want it to stop.

1. “inked” in this case, means drawn over in Procreate using “Pens.” I dislike drawing on glass but drawing with real ink makes me crazy. Inky fingers, yuk. Ink on everything. Double yuk.