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I've been reading Doonesbury since it first debuted in public newspapers, and I've even gone back to read what I can find of its predecessor at Yale. It has been an important companion in my life, and always relevant. I still enjoy reading even the oldest strips sitting on my bookshelves, for they help make sense of the patchwork of memory that is my life. It's been an amazing run, and for me it even tops my childhood favorite, Pogo.
As I watch these fantastic story lines reveal their characters while they examine our own psyches, it occurs to me that although Doonesbury is immortal, Trudeau is not. Someday we'll part ways. He could take retirement any time he wishes. At this age I'm used to things going away, so partings are more philosophical than emotional, but when I think of that day coming, I feel moved to enjoy every frame of every strip for all it has to offer.
Trudeau has topped the genre again and again, and it seems that each year he is "just reaching his prime." That's the mark of a mature journalist and humorist, always topping himself without theatrics. And so it is that today I wish to thank Garry Trudeau for 40-plus years of the best stuff in print. I want to say so now, while he is still in his prime, rather than when he chooses to retire, for then everyone will be talking about it. Saying thank you now comes from the heart. And please, Garry, don't be in any hurry to slow down. If air, food and water are staples of life, Doonesbury is a staple of citizenship in America.
The "coincidence" of Trff Bmzklfrpz beginning his memoirs and the emergence of Dick Cheney's In My Time is striking. We'll be able to learn directly about the planning / execution of an atrocity and simultaneously review its spun retelling.
Throw like a girl? I dunno. I throw like a girl. And I'm a girl! Doesn't mean I don't admire female baseball players. They throw like ball players. I throw like Mark.
Re. Mark "throwing like a girl": The Doonesbury strip would lack credibility if every character exhibited flawless, politically conscious values at all times. Express disappointment in the thoughts or actions of individual characters, by all means, but extending your disappointment to GBT, or the strip as a whole, misses the point of drama.
What have you done? Random House will be swamped with manuscripts from wannabe authors.
Enough of Trff! He's despicable. His best recent use in strip was to bring Becca Bickle onboard. Please develop her and the upheaval and trends in publishing/ebooks/how we get our reading fixes, aside from Doonesbury.
I am equally disappointed in GBT and DISAPPOINTED, both of whom assume that to "throw like a girl" is somehow an insult. I point you both towards the many, many female athletes who represent our nation in the Olympics, just for a start. And on behalf of Mark, who "throws like a girl": Thank you! what a compliment!
Becca Bickle? Spot on. Lets show lunatics -- of whatever stripe -- as they really are; grist for the media mill. BB will take on all comers with energy, verve, and bracelets that could dub as martial arts weapons. There's where you see the true invisible hand. The hand of affluence for the undeserving, and the insane. Honestly, sometimes I can't tell the difference, either.
I am very disappointed in today's strip. You cannot resist the temptation to label Mark with the oldest gay stereotype in the book: he throws like a girl. In my experience "Lyle, the Effeminate Heterosexual" as portrayed by Dana Carvey years ago on SNL rings equally true, since most of my gay male friends are excellent athletes and sportsmen.
I'm hoping Mark will become a Big Brother for some young boy who needs exactly the kind of camaraderie and encouragement he's talking about.
I make it a point to read the Flashbacks section every day, partly for nostalgia, but also for for the weirdly prophetic strips from years past. The one from 10 years ago today is scary: Boopsie and B.D., commenting that "a whole new generation of madmen" "will "pay any price to destroy us." This in a strip that appeared just three weeks before 9/11.
Someone round about the age of 60 should know better than to call a friend cross-country in the middle watches of the night. For any reason. Still -- "She's more up on the gay stuff"? Depth in characterization can be recognized by the author's willingness to have a protagonist sometimes be a total d*bag.
What the what? Did Mark's hair go white after he heard about Michele Bachmann's views on homosexuality?
As outrageous as the extreme distribution of wealth is, the real crime to me is that in a country that professes one man/one vote the 400 have more political power as well.
The current Straw Poll seems to call for an Option D: All of the Above.
So who will present the greater challenge to the gorgeous and talented Becca Bickle -- the self-deluded psychopath or the self-deluded Peter Pan? Becca's had a good run so far. I look for it to continue.
Today's "400 families" strip is really just an embellishment on last Sunday's about how even college grads are these days not trained to think critically. Before you can solve a problem, or even be outraged by it, you first have to recognize that it is a problem, and not let the "Invisible Hand" folks do the math for you. How ironic that it is Zipper who (at least momentarily) feels a pang of that outrage.
Today's Sunday strip aptly summed up the current American crisis in a fit of frenzied discovery, met by a sigh of complacent ignorance. Calm wisdom and proper action still lurk in the open with the general wellbeing, all waiting to be accomplished...
I wonder when Zipper's eyes will transform from doe-eyed wonder to the world-weary resignation of the other characters.