One day, we will have to over explain to the next generation that cartoons aired on Saturday mornings only. In return, they will look at you with apparent pity in their eyes, thinking we have networks dedicated to cartoons, you pathetic old person.
When I was a kid, back in the 1970’s, Saturday morning meant two things, cartoons and hungover mom and dad barely lumbering about, their centers of gravity greatly affected, dragging their feet on the ground as if they were sacks of potatoes, it sure smelled like it, doing everything they could to get us out of their hair.
Many of us have noticed the uncanny similarity between current president of the United States, Dumpy Donald Trump and nearly extinct comic strip character, Dennis The Menace. It’s that ridiculous hair and incomprehensible impishness that could only come from a five-and-a-half-year old boy; the nearest iota of logic stemming from pitiful immaturity. So with that, I present the following mash up.
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