The cartoonist who's all about the LGBTQ+ issues wants to draw about the federal debt this week? What gives?
Well, folks, since Trump's Treasury Secretary is openly gay, I'm taking that as an opening to draw about fiscal policy once in a while. I did try to draw about transportation issues during the previous administration occasionally, although Transportation Secretary Pete Buttigieg was a little more public about his private life than Treasury Secretary Scott Bessent is, so some of those cartoons had nothing to do with policy.
When Donald Commodus Trump named Bessent to his cabinet in 2024, the conventional wisdom was that Bessent would be one of the few adults in the room. Unlike the rest of the cabinet of random MAGA hotheads and docile spineless lickspittles, he was supposedly qualified for his post. In my first cartoon about him, my characters Max and Leo predicted that because of this, he'd be gone in ten months.
It turns out that I, Max, Leo, and conventional wisdom were all wrong.
Scott Bessent has gone from being a George Soros and Democrat backer to full-fledged, pass-me-the-Kool-aid, Trump-ass-kissing drone. And if that's not enough metaphorical imagery for you, it looks like he ain't leaving any time soon. There may be time for him to show up in plenty more cartoons.
When Trump had the East Wing of the White House demolished, Bessent had the windows on that side of the Treasury Department building covered up so that nobody could get a look at, or photo of, the travesty across the street. When Trump wanted Treasury to add his own signature to U.S. currency, Bessent quickly ordered the engravers to get right on it.
When Trump decided he wanted to have his face on a proposed $250 bill, Treasury officials balked because federal law stipulates that "only the portrait of a deceased individual may appear on United States currency and securities." Bessent, however, told Kaitlan Collins, "I don’t think that there’s anything untoward about having the President of the United States on the 250th anniversary bill."
Apparently, 31 U.S. Code § 5114, on the books since 1866, hasn't stopped Bessent's Treasury Department from minting a bunch of gold-plated one-dollar coins with Donald Still Alive And Bleating Trump glaring out at the suckers willing to shell out $2.44 to own one.
Because what are you going to do with it? Spend it? It is nominally worth only 41% of what you paid for it (or 65% of the $154 you'd splurge on 100 of them). Assuming that it doesn't become a modern day Confederate Dollar on January 21, 2029.
At least the coin has some gold leaf on the outside — perhaps a bit more than you would be able to strain out of a bottle of Goldschläger. That's more than the folks who fell for Trump Bitcoin will have when the con folds up his game and jets back to Mar-a-Lago in his Qatari Trump Force One.
Obsessive minds might have noticed that the number for how many times 1.54 goes into 40 trillion is strangely repetitive. (Had I not rounded the result off to the nearest whole number, those five digits would have continued on forever.) I suppose I could have used the unit price for a single Trump Commemorative Buck, which would have meant the Treasury needing to sell 16,393,442,622,951 of them.
But that sales figure sounds so much more attainable.




































