Longing for the Superheroes of Yesteryear, . . .

CONSERVATIVE SUPERHEROS

MAGA MAN -  Not all superheroes wear capes. Instead of a cape, MAGA MAN wears an orange hue and a red hat. MAGA MAN's superpowers include creating alternative facts with his Russian bot army and an ability to mesmerize poorly educated crowds of all sizes with his stunning stupidy turning them into lemming-like creatures willing to follow him off a cliff. 

FREE SHIT MAN - He disguises himself when out of power as a deficit hawk that advocates austerity through financial flagellation of the middle class and the poor but in times of power he assumes his alter-ego, FREE SHIT MAN. His superpowers include an ability to rapidly convert any capitalistic system into a socialistic system.  The volume of free shit he hands out on a regular basis is so grand in scope it makes even Bernie Sanders and AOC blush. 

THE TRAP -  This goddess is the ideal expression of feminine beauty in the eyes of the modern conservative movement.   The way she wields her feminine penis and artificial breasts quickly drop conservative men of all ages to their knees in hopes of being showed with or directly injected with her "female" nectar while telling themselves it is not gay. 

Mark, you're being facetious, but the horrible truth is that tens of millions of Trumptards do in fact worship MAGA Man as a hero and would gladly offer up their anal orifices to him.

Kevin, you really are sick.

So, the only feature of the 20th century world that Don liked, was an attempt to leave it. . . . and some football game.  There must be some kind of poetic metaphor there. 

You have to forgive DonDiego. He's a nice guy, but inescapably shackled to his conservative ideology, which I suspect was pounded into his brain long before he developed the capacity for independent thought. Give me the child, and I'll give you the man, as the Jesuits used to say.

I tend to be somewhat forgiving of people like the Breakfast Bloviator, who can almost always be seen and heard at a local coffee shop, holding forth about how them (insert racial slur) are ruinin' this here country. Listening to him, you quickly realize that he literally cannot conceive of non-whites being equal to whites. I don't blame him for what he is any more than I blame my dog for being unable to change my car's oil.

That said, if I were walking casually along the rim of the Grand Canyon and saw him leaning over the viewpoint railing...

(The Bloviator. Not DonDiego.)

Poor old DonDiego thanks Kevin Lewis for his kind words.