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Today's "checkout" strip was right on the money and gave me a chuckle. Fortunately, even at the big local chain market where I shop, the cashiers are friendly, but at other kinds of chain stores, not so much. I occasionally stop talking until the cashier, usually a young woman like this one, makes eye contact. They may behave like robots, but I'm not gonna. They might also not "see" anybody over 50, but we're bold! We're old! Get used to it.
Today's strip brings to mind the time a local chain grocery store installed an edict that all cashiers would conduct each check-out strictly by script. There was a cashier who'd been working there 20 years, and handled each customer conversationally like it was an art form; any kind of person walked away from this woman's register feeling better than when they walked in. The cashier wouldn't do the script that she knew most of her customers would regard as insulting (not to mention how she was supposed to explain the awkward transition without sounding like she was ripping her employer), so the store put her on notice for insubordination. Whether she was actually suspended, I don't recall. What was memorable was the customers starting a petition in the neighborhood, complaining to the store about the policy and their treatment of what should have been a prized employee.
How appropriate that today's Flashback strip shows Mike and Bernie buying what looks like a loaf of Wonder Bread! That bread is also now apparently no longer "visible" in the stores.
Good for Zipper! I always thought there was a little more going on up there than he let on, and today's strip affirms that. But if my daughter brought him home from college, I'd still have to kick his worthless ass!
I've been mulling over last Sunday's strip all week (way to make me cry, BTW). See, he's the vet, and I'm the one with PTSD. I struggle, often, with doubts about my worthiness; he is undeniably the kindest and most honorable man I've ever met. In the four years we've been together, the scariest thing he ever said to me was, "I trust you," as he paid for my education. I live with TBI and don't entirely trust myself. I know it sounds silly to get inspiration from a comic strip, but I do. Thanks for some of the finest characters to spring from a pen, and thanks for showing me, again, that I'm not alone and I'm not crazy.
I would just like to mention that I am totally baffled by Zonker's night terrors about Mark Spitz?
Re FRESHMAN. You jump, despite a lack of explosions, because you put your life on the line so the rest of us could have our safe little bubbles to live in. We screwed you up a bit to maintain our standards, and we know it. You risked not only your life but your mental stability for us, and so we owe you. You are entitled. You jump, therefore you are entitled. Even if one day you realize you can stifle the jump (because we all know you are tough enough to get there), you are still entitled. You earned it.
Re NEVER AGAIN. One of the most qualified people ever elected President had served in the Congress, the Senate, and been Secretary of State, was ambassador to Russia and Britain, and turned down a seat on the Supreme Court. That was James Buchanan, the 15th president. When he left office the country was in a civil war. The next guy after him was by far the most unqualified person ever to hold office. Self-educated, some minor terms in the Illinois legislature, one term in the U.S. Congress, had lost his Senate race. He is regarded today as perhaps our greatest President.
Re MY DAD. Been there. Please don't give up on him. He needs all the love you can possibly spare. When you've been through hell there's nowhere to turn for support but from family.
I am a 51 year old military retiree. I served 30 years total, with two tours in OIF. In January, I will be a college freshman, studying Music and Literature. The post-9/11 GI Bill picks up the tab and supplements my retirement check. I keep waiting for the police to come and arrest me for embezzlement. Am I worthy of this benefit? To this day, there are still certain sounds that make me jump. It's been four years since anything has exploded nearby, but I still jump ("jump" being a euphemism for "choking down rage"). The lady at the Education Center told me to stop arguing, that I am entitled. I still don't feel worthy of it but F' it, might as well. Use it or lose it.
This is to tell you that I will never again read Doonesbury. By my count, Obama has been mentioned three times in the strip since November 2011, and all three were set-ups to take a swipe at Romney. (I have no idea how long Obama was absent from the strip before then; that was just when I noticed.) In a comparable time span, you frequently ripped the face off George W. Bush. Your contempt of any conservative person, program, policy, or ideal is about as subtle as a slap in the face. But for Obama or any liberal? Nothin' but love. Nothin' but softballs and kid gloves. Meanwhile, we elected the least-qualified president in U.S. history in 2008, and then re-elected him last Tuesday! This has been a long time building, but your rigidly one-sided strip has finally gotten on my last nerve. You have lost a long-time reader.
Sometimes the Blowback is more prolific and concise than the strip. I admit I struggled with 'unworthiness,' causing myself and my family many stressful moments. I thought it was just me, my FoO, and my issue. I didn't buy a house until our first child arrived. Our second, now 21 (I am sixty five now) was accidental (FWIW: turned out great!) and evolved our faith -- not opinion, belief -- in our abilities as parents. We became 'worthy' because it was demanded of us. Big picture? Worth, or unworth, we have another stage to go through.
I see the guys on skid row, the 99%, who have served, borne the injury, borne the suffering, and still bear up today. I wish I could change that. I can't. I've tried, but until the person confronts the issue, it's never questioned, never answered, so it's, technically, not there. I can kind of understand, this derelict thinking. It's easier to blame yourself than admit to involvement in some nightmarish engine of destruction. It's neither good nor right, but it is a way of handling things. Why in the world do our best and brightest repeatedly blunder us into these hopeless causes? Then leave us to blame ourselves for the damages done? Are we less worthy than the ones who sent us headlong into this mess? I am so glad you can show successful, if severely adapted, coping strategies. Brought a tear to my eye. Yes, yes it did.
Hey, this happens. My roommate's cousin was left an income "until he finished school," and as far as I know he is still accumulating bachelor's degrees at Boulder. And in a case I read about, a man had married and was raising a family on his job earning undergraduate degrees. Faculty adored him. Who doesn't want a grownup taking your subject seriously?
Like many others here, I found Sunday's strip very moving. I can't be the only one who flashed back, if ever so briefly, to the insufferable B.D. and giggling, vapid Boopsie of decades ago. Thank you for showing us their journey, GBT.
I so want to have Zipper's position. To be at university, surrounded by ideas (I don't need pot or football), would be a dream. Instead, I have to face the real world.
And Zipper redefines the concept of "career student." I understand that some of Trudeau's characters have to be protected from reality, but this is a stretch. If Walden is actually paying him to be a student, this is no longer a college -- it's Neverland.
My dad was a career Marine with distinguished service and flying medals from Viet Nam. He came home, grew his hair, and put on the civilian clothes to hide who he was from the backlash. He left the military, joined the ranks of civilian life, and held everything together for 20 years to provide for our family until the first Iraq incursion brought waves of PTSD washing over him that no one knew he had been battling the whole time. He lost his mind and, sadly, our family, but for all of that I would give a lot to be able to tell him that he was, still is, and always will be, worthy. I hope he read your strip and maybe, somewhere in there, heard my voice, too. Thanks for telling him for me.
Way to go, Zip. Your "excuse me" may be Jeff's first step on the road to a "reality based lifestyle."
I just want to say that for more than thirty years, I think it has been, I've been following, and loving, Doonesbury. Thanks!
Thanks for today's "guided cockroach" video. In university in the 1960s, I was a technician in a research lab that used cockroaches to investigate how information is encoded in nerve impulses. One of my less-technical tasks: cleaning the cockroach cage!