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Ah, the scarlet letter! Nice touch...
Sorry to see you are backing the bad guys in this abortion debate. But then I am not too surprised. I knew something was wrong with your strip when I was in high school. By the way, trashing the culture is what is happening on the left.
I am thrilled that you are exposing the new sonogram legislation re: abortions in Texas. I am a 71 year old woman who had to have the intra-vaginal sonogram for health reasons, but to have it mandated by the state government is totally wrong. It goes against a woman's civil rights and is trully invasive. I am so glad that you are addressing it as I have not seen enough outrage about this horrible law in Texas.
Rick's son is a loser. He's just a loser with money now.
"I have people for that." Famous last words! Unless my favorite red rascal hooks up with a smart cookie of an agent and learns from her, he's going to end up saying bye-bye in a hurry to his newfound wealth.
Wow, Rick is finally going to have to face the truth: his son isn't a loser!
Joanie's support for Elizabeth Warren is gaining momentum. How about that for mixing reality and fiction!
Jeff the jerk (who hasn't the brains or the self-discipline to write a book) undeservedly becomes a millionaire, and formerly endearing Alex throws her grandmother out into a snowstorm. For the first time in 40 years I don't look forward to reading Doonesbury any more.
I can't decide which is the more riveting slow-motion train wreck-- Jeff's newfound and presumably evanescent wealth or the Republican presidential primary. An embarrassment of riches!
I'm looking forward to seeing how this plays out. It's always interesting to observe the dynamics when a family member becomes a millionaire and the rest live average lives, especially in terms of the stress it puts on the relationships. How would anyone handle it if a close relative suddenly hit "the big time"?
Obviously, in a perfect world, Toggle would be enjoying this type of fortune that's fallen on Jeff. And as a fellow struggling journalist, I can only imagine how Jeff's dad's emotions are stewing: I follow the rules, worked hard to become a credible journalist - I get laid off. My son writes fan-fiction and now has a mansion.
The inevitable has finally happened: The Red Rascal meets Downton Abbey.
Who among us thought that Jeff's delusions would turn him into a bestselling pop fiction author? I look forward to the Red Rascal movie.
People should go easy on Jeff and his new-found wealth. Like others before him he's been to war and written a book about it. Remember Catch-22, M.A.S.H., The Caine Mutiny and Slaughterhouse Five? Based on his reply to the "Navy SEAL" at the book signing, Jeff is clearly as aware as Heller, Hooker, Wouk and Vonnegut that his book is a work of fiction. So let us wish Jeff a long and happy life with many more bestsellers.
Red Rascal invites his red-headed agent over to his twelve-bedroom house? I like!
Jeff isn't going to go down in flames. Becca is going to completely sort him out. She's been waiting for years for someone like him to appear, and she's not about to let him get away. What we're watching is the preamble.
An indoor paintball course? No wonder the man cave is self-cleaning!
Watching Jeff is like watching the Hindenburg -- you know he's going to go down in a massive, flaming, explosive wreck. I may have to make some popcorn.
Jeff needs sage financial advice. Since he obviously won't listen to his parents, maybe Zonker could help. "Sir Rascal the Red" has a nice ring to it. Or perhaps "Geoffery, Duke of Sorkh and Hinterlands."
Jeff would not be the first naive young person ruined by sudden riches and fame. Elvis comes to mind. He never had anyone who could tell him, "No." Please, please get Jeff a good agent and other level-headed advisors to protect him from gold-diggers, hangers-on, and other parasites. They cruise in packs for people like him.