By Cliff Potts
The Basement of the Internet – July 26, 2025 — Let’s talk about injustice—the real kind. Not police brutality, not the collapse of reproductive rights, not children in cages or billionaires launching penis-shaped rockets while the Earth boils. No, we need to address the truly burning issue of our time: how come when I troll Trump, I get called a “cringe lib,” but when South Park does it, they’re crowned the goddamn Vanguard of the Resistance?
I mean, I’ve earned this. I’ve been trolling Trump since before he sold his soul to Putin at wholesale prices. I was out here crafting biting satire when Kyle and Stan were still stuck in 4:3 aspect ratio. But the algorithm? The mainstream media? Hell, even my own so-called friends on Facebook? They act like unless your Trump joke comes with a fart noise and animated Canadians, it just doesn’t count.
Where’s my Peabody?
Where’s my 16-season contract to insult fascists using crude animation and a thinly-veiled Randy Marsh alter ego?
Apparently, all you have to do is draw a talking turd, name it “Mr. Moral Equivalency,” and suddenly you’re brave truth-tellers standing up to authoritarianism. I go after Trump with a 3,000-word Substack essay cross-referencing Mein Kampf and The Art of the Deal, and all I get are three likes and a bot trying to sell me gold-backed crypto.
I even threw in a clever pun—Make America Grate Again. Nothing.
South Park drops an episode where Trump fights a time-traveling transgender dolphin in a MAGA hat, and Twitter (sorry—“X,” because Elon Musk has the naming instincts of a Bond villain’s intern) explodes with applause. “So bold!” “So edgy!” “Finally someone said it!”
Really?
Let me say it plainly:
I was trolling Trump before it was cool, before it was monetizable, before it got you podcast invites and MSNBC cameos.
But I’m not bitter. Oh no. I’m just asking: where’s the goddamn justice?
Maybe I need a cartoon version of myself. Maybe I need to punch down and laugh at poverty just enough to keep Comedy Central comfy. Or maybe I should just reboot Beavis and Butt-Head but with fascists instead of music videos and call it DeSantis & Elon.
All I know is, I’ve done the work. I’ve earned my satire scars.
And if Matt and Trey are heroes, then I’m the janitor in their superhero lair—cleaning up the mess while the crowd cheers for the capes.
But you know what?
Keep cheering, America. Keep watching cartoons.
Because real resistance isn’t animated.
It’s angry. It’s unpaid. It’s unfollowed.
And it’s coming for your orange god.
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