(Continuing a reverse-chronological look back at a cartoon strip for a small universe)
power and needed lampooning. One erstwhile commander in chief
politicked mightily for something nobody much remembers anymore,
but this strip had such a lousy caricature of him nobody had a clue
what the cartoonist was going on about...
...another president much more realistically undertook the office with the stated objective to be the club’s Millard Fillmore. Parenthetically, something weird’s going on with the number of fingers on the characters.
A club dedicated to entertainment and performance had only one guaranteed source of amusement...
...and in general terms, the club also had one rule of engagement—if you really want something done, you’ve got to do it yourself—only then you’ll find out why the last guys screwed it up so badly...
If power really wanted truth spoken to it, the powerful would read cartoons avidly.
This is an untested political theory.