This is a joke I couldn't fit into the previous week's comic. At the march we were chanting, "We want a leader, not a creepy tweeter!" The chant "Hands too small, can't build a wall" could be interpreted as below the belt, but my favorite personal attack from the NYC march was on a sign: "TRUMP EATS PIZZA WITH A FORK." Batty reports that he has to check an impulse to remonstrate with me when I refer to the commander in chief as, e.g., "the tiny-handed Cheeto." Such pettiness gives him a twinge in his European sense of propriety, though he has no problem cracking jokes about Hitler's alleged single testicle. This condition, whether or not Hitler had it, has the lovely name of cryptorchidism.
Here's Batty now! It's a twofer of brilliant foreign men, or, as I like to call them, my Herr-em:
This is true, Batty lived in bisected Berlin and is, therefore, a jelly doughnut. He tells me I am also a pastry, the Amerikaner being the German version of the venerable New York black-and-white cookie. Only in Germany it usually has white icing only. INSERT JOKE HERE.