Everyone seems so ready to be done with 2016, but I’m a little more concerned about what’s in store for 2017. Come January 20th, Trump will be a real, live president and not a president-elect. Seems only fitting to do a holiday homage to the best animated Christmas show, ever. (Sacrilege, I know, but I really couldn’t resist.)

The silver lining among all the Trump lies, hypocrisy and downright scary cabinet picks, is that there is plenty of material for satire. And for bonus points: the subject of much of this satire has the thinnest skin imaginable and actually complains and engages with creators! (See: SNL.) Sigh, I can only hope.

I would gladly give up that silver lining, though, if we could magically (or legally) remove the dangerous, xenophobic, misogynistic loose cannon who is about to become president. Hold on, 2017 is going to get even weirder.  

Mark Fiore is a Pulitzer Prize-winning cartoonist who creates hard-hitting political animation every week for The Progressive. 




Yeah, 2017 might seem weirder to progressives when Trump gets out his pen and phone and starts legislating from the White House as Obama did. Then you'll come to appreciate a Republican congress that will soften the rough edges. I look forward to the many articles to come on separation of powers and checks and balances. I hope you'll have the integrity to identify the trend as the inevitable result of Obama's overreach.

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By Wendell Berry

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front

Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more 
of everything ready made. Be afraid 
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery 
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card 
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something 
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know. 
So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord. 
Love the world. Work for nothing. 
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it. 
Denounce the government and embrace 
the flag. Hope to live in that free 
republic for which it stands. 
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man 
has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Ask the questions that have no answers. 
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.

Say that the leaves are harvested 
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus 
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion—put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come. 
Expect the end of the world. Laugh. 
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts. 
So long as women do not go cheap 
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy 
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep 
of a woman near to giving birth? 
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie easy in the shade. Rest your head 
in her lap. Swear allegiance 
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos 
can predict the motions of your mind, 
lose it. Leave it as a sign 
to mark the false trail, the way 
you didn’t go. Be like the fox 
who makes more tracks than necessary, 
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

Wendell Berry is a poet, farmer, and environmentalist in Kentucky. This poem, first published in 1973, is reprinted by permission of the author and appears in his “New Collected Poems” (Counterpoint).

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