The world of my youth is coming apart. I am living in a science fiction novel where earthlings thrash about in cyber space, divided by ancient beliefs. I am witness to virtual tweeting tribes take up arms and battle to defend their reality. However, if reality is relative how do we unite around differing views and fake news? I fear humanity has been hacked, the malware activated. There is no turning back to the world of my youth it has come apart.
In the last days before the ending he anguished. Haunted by a public life, lived on the wrong side of history, isolated by privilege, entrenched in an old-world ethos, he lacked the perspective to see the interconnected reality of the human experience. His legacy haunts history reaching its long arm into present day where a once great nation remains divided.
I enjoy political humor. Sometimes comic relief is the only way to survive the long political season. So, as another political season comes to a close I thought I’d share my caricature sketches with my blogosphere friends.
Let me extend my apologies to President Obama for this caricature sketch of him. I drew it back in 2012 when he was still smoking. Fast-forward to present day and we lose the cigarette and add some gray hair and laugh lines. It’s amazing how much our presidents age while in office. That said, he’s young, at 55, and I believe some of his best years, and best work are ahead of him.
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