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Something tells me we haven't seen the last of the Sarah Palin doll.
I am wondering why Sam threw her dolls into the trash rather than give them to charity. Assuming they were still in decent shape, wouldn't some poor younger kid like the opportunity to have a nice doll? It can't be just because one of the dolls was a Sarah Palin, surely. I hold no brief for Sarah Palin but I do not like dislike expressed as careless waste of something that might still benefit someone else. What are this kid's seemingly enlightened parents teaching her?
Sam's dolls need to live on. She needs to go get them and take them to a local thrift store so a young girl can adopt them. The dolls will live on forever. Sam is happy, the doll is happy. And a young girl that otherwise might not get a doll is happy.
That's my daughter! At two she told me she wanted a driver's license for her third birthday. At ten she persuaded her uncle to let her sit on his lap and steer while he drove. At fifteen she took a waitress job to save up for her first car. Spot on!
Sam's eyes! Artful is the word that comes to mind. I am the father of a 10-year-old girl and I know that day is coming. I can barely remember when Alex's eyes switched, but I know they did. And consider the standard bearer for expressed innocence and naivete -- Boopsie, who even when exclaiming outrage over the napalming of "baby ducks" still wears that as her default expression. No wonder I love this comic strip.
Very clever touch in the fourth frame, changing the manner in which Sam's eye is drawn, in synch with B.D. saying "blink of an eye." I assume we will no longer be seeing Sam with the wide eyes, but with the lowered lid more typical of the adult characters.
I was waiting for it, and you did it! Great shorthand transition. I remember when you did it to Alex, this time, you didn't even call attention to it. I wonder if Gasoline Alley had this kind of transition problem...
Whoa. Nice touch, GBT, between panels three and four. With the subtle change in eyes, Sam is no longer a little girl. I saw my 14-year-old give me that look yesterday. Sam is about to give her Dad a few lessons in parenthood...
Oh no. Sam has Adult Eyes. I thought her Child Eyes weren't an age-related feature, but something she inherited from her mother...
"It´s time to say goodbye Sarah, I´m no longer a child." This little great sentence might and may be a code for a whole new generation of thinking young people throughout the world. God bless.
I was upset yesterday that Sam's favorite doll was about to be thrown out. Naturally the doll had feelings! I believe in recycling and keeping old memories alive and the sweet little doll, full of so many dreams, was about to be thrown out with the rubbish! But in light of today's strip I mightbe able to forgive Trudeau.
Here's some more dialogue for the American in the last panel of today's strip: "So did you, sir! This is your country, not ours. What have you done here in the last eight years?"
"You had eight years!" Why weren't you able to reverse 1400 years of violence and corruption?
Today's strip was the best, summarizing in a few panels of a comic strip all the years of this misbegotten war.
Prompted by Ray's recent comment about the failure to recall the lessons of Vietnam resulting in mistakes in Iraq, and our indifference to the welfare of our soldiers, I submit this short verse:
Please go fight the things we fear, While we stay home and cheer.
We'll try to catch the highlights on tv. Would you tell us how it ends?
That's too bad you lost your friend. Since that thing in Vietnam
We just can't seem to win.
Looks like we made the same mistakes again.
Saturday's strip isn't the first time GBT has used that iimage from Saigon. But it was bittersweet to see on Christmas Eve. The man who took that photo was a dear friend of mine, who had choice words about war -- including the current ones. He and his wife threw the best Christmas Eve parties. He's gone now and we all truly miss him.
Bravo, Mr. Trudeau. Ray tap tap tapping away on his smartphone symbolizes I think not just the modern distraction as we ignore the reality around us, but perhaps the story of history itself and how it's inherently structured to repeat itself.
The two events are not quite the same, but metaphors seldom are. The images that remain with me from 1975 were the faces of terrified civilians unable to get on the last helos out. This time, the faces of the natives are ungrateful and angry, as if to say: "Don't let the door of your Hummer hit you on your backside as you leave."
Today's strip set off an unexpected flow of tears. I know where I was in 1975, and I know many of us (wives, sweethearts, mothers) as well as soldiers will never get over it. To those who were in Vietnam and those who were at home waiting, please know you are not forgotten. Thank you and Merry Christmas.