🇺🇸 DA GALLERY OF GREATNESS™ — NOW SCROLLING 🇺🇸
No hats. No hoodies. No grift. Just fresh political cartoons, hot outta da deer camp — every one ripped from what da guy actually did dis week. Heavy on Yooper. Loud on ridicule.
40 fresh ones and counting. Right-click, save, and send 'em to your uncle who still flies da flag on his side-by-side.
Da $300M gold ballroom, brought to you by your paycheck.
Unveiled a golden statue. Of who? Take a guess.
$10M taxpayer golf trip. Da country can wait.
Six years of "proof." Da folder was empty again.
He called a reporter "piggy." We fixed da mirror.
Him vs. Tucker. Grab da popcorn, eh.
Where da big decisions get made. Allegedly.
Whatever it is, it's somebody else's fault.
Cover model. Da spray-tan's meltin' though.
Can't sleep. Must post. Da thumbs are tiny but fast.
"WAAAH! FAKE NEWS! MINE! MINE! MINE!"
Struttin' proud. Somebody tell 'im.
WANTED. Da reward is a dictionary.
Big balloon. Small puddle. Sad hiss.
Turns out da orange ain't waterproof.
All hail da Tariff King. Mind da supply chain.
"Person. Woman. Man. Camera. TV." Gold star, buddy.
When da map's wrong, ya just draw on it, eh.
Nobody told 'im. Or dey did. Same result.
Just a thought. Maybe an injection. Who knows.
Silver domes. Nothin' but burgers underneath.
Nothin' says national security like da powder room.
Big strong energy. Nap included.
Everybody gets one. He gets two. Every time.
Doesn't know a pasty from a hole in da ground.
Looks down his nose from da gold cart. We see ya.
Walls up on da Canada bridge. Da border towns pay.
"FOR SALE" signs on da pines ya hunt every fall.
Oil in da Straits? Not his lake, not his problem.
Rural hospital shuttered. Da limo don't stop.
His words. Said it out loud. To your face.
Gas, groceries, da pasty shop closed. Thanks, eh.
Da collectible nobody asked for. Hold your nose.
Da gold toilet can only do so much, folks.
Some assembly required. Batteries and tan not included.
What's under da wig? Ya don't wanna know.
In one end, right back out da other.
Snot bubbles and a full diaper. Presidential.
Said he'd drain it. Turns out he IS it.
Two scoops for him, a mess for everybody else.
One email, whenever da next cartoon drops. Dat's it. No merch, no money, no nonsense.