Notes:

My computer went down on Friday. My various rebooting methods resulted in a consistently black screen. I figured it finally gave up the ghost after 15 years of daily use. Naturally I did not back up any of my recent files. A computer expert we know suggested it was my monitor. He said the one I owned had a reputation for quitting suddenly. I told him it couldn’t be the monitor. It had to be the computer because it wouldn’t reboot after I foolishly fiddled with the system. He bet me $100 that it was the monitor.

I was having a bad weekend. The effects of my chemotherapy kicked in and it rendered me useless. I could not get out of bed to use the computer anyway. Eventually I dragged myself out of bed and out to our backyard patio. Tina was there with our son. She had her laptop and was (as usual) perusing news stories. I told her she could forget about me drawing anything any time soon.

Suddenly the news dropped. There had been gunfire at Trump’s rally in Pennsylvania. My chemo-addled stomach churned further. My immediate reaction was “NO!” Then I saw Trump had been hit in the head and dropped. I felt like dropping too. A nightmare! I suddenly thought of JFK’s assassination. I heard the bad news at school--I was six years old.

Then a bloodied Trump miraculously rose to his feet. He had his fist raised and shouted “Fight!” Then I thought, “Trump just won the election.” His bravery and his America-first love of his country were on display for all to see.

I decided to shake myself out of my torpor and fight. I needed to draw a cartoon, but first I had to fix my computer. I thought maybe it could be the monitor, so I drove out to our nearest box store and bought the cheapest one I could find. I plugged it in and expected nothing to happen, but the apple logo magically appeared and I soon had everything running, including my trusty 15 year-old scanner.

Trump was incredibly lucky. Had he not turned his head toward the right in that precise moment, he would have been a dead man. An angel must have been watching over him. So that’s what I have drawn here.

Now we need to figure out why the Secret Service missed such an obvious setup for an assassin. Something is very fishy, and it smells like the Deep State Swamp.

Meanwhile, I owe our computer expert friend $100.

-- Ben Garrison