Some 9.5 years ago (almost to the day), Pulitzer laureate comic strip auteur nonpareil Garry “Doonesbury” Trudeau penned the preface for his first Trump-focused collection. Starting back in the late 1980s, YUGE! observed and lampooned The Donald as (quoting said preface) the nation’s most voluble “and visible a**h*le.”
By that time (mid-April, 2016), Trump had pretty much locked up the once proud Party of Lincoln’s nod for POTUS; at that horrific prospect, even the normally tongue-in-cheek Trudeau wrote “we can only weep.”
That is to say (viz. this piece’s title), cry. According to Merriam-Webster, other meanings for “cry” include “shout.” “Sound an alarm.” And (with no small view to this coming weekend, of course) “a public voice raised in protest or approval.”
Let it be stressed. Sometimes flat-out worshipfully, Big News has long protested pro-Donald. About six weeks before Trudeau affixed, to YUGE!, said intro, then CBS chief Les Moonves cried “The money’s rolling in [to CBS] and this [Trump’s ride to power] is fun!”
On went the (now disgraced) alleged carnal assaulter of E. Jean Carroll (in this case, I mean Moonves, not Trump; small world, right?). Perhaps all too presciently, he gushed with glee over what he called Trump’s “bomb throwing.” Calling it “damn good for CBS” (and so for himself), he caterwauled “bring it on, Donald. Keep going…. this is going to be a very good year for us.”
Fast forward. With ever more Trump-fawning newsies (arguably including CBS’s new hire, Bari Weiss), such “bomb throwing” (cf. Trump ominously vowing a “Midway Blitz”) looks to at least verge on a more or less literal fait accompli. (All for “fun,” Moonves might honk.)
And yes, dots connect. A week before our now fast approaching 10/18/25 NO KINGS cri de coeur, the use of previously placid Broadview (near Chicago) for shows of force against peaceful protesters (per a now unabashed, uncurbed strongman) prompted this writer to point out that things there were calm BEFORE Trump’s storm troopers/ agents provocateurs arrived. (Sad.)
Let it be stressed. NO KINGS needs to alert pliant, decorous, inert, snake oil on troubled waters pouring, dishrag, top-tier donkeys to the upshot of years of lamentable failure to even try to thwart the creeping tyranny that now looms so YUGE. Again, yikes. Right around the time these words are typed, the GOP shutdown looks to be shuttering what may have been our last real line of defense against Trumpdom; namely, the courts.
Now imminently in extremis (besieged by the undead J6 juggernaut, you might say), aside to spongy-spined, niceypants, aloof top Dems: ten-hut. STOP. LOOK. LISTEN. Reckon with what you’ve let this once freedom-friendly commonweal become.
If you don’t think-and-feel that’s to weep for, I hereby vow to try to resist imbibing whatever has been keeping just about all of you so blithely oblivious for so infernally long. In any case, better late than never, please make bold to IMPROVE. (On the double!)
