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The strip about the ladies' willingness to support the mysterious force fighting for good reminded me of this: It was 1991. I was a brand new 2LT listening to two enlisted kids talking about their weekend. The Gulf War was spinning up and people were deploying on a grand scale. One kid says to the other: "Tell the girl this is your last chance to a be with a woman -- that you are going off to war and may not make it home." The other kid says: "Did it work?" "Yeah, like four times last week, twice with the same girl" I still LMAO thinking about that conversation. Point is, these two ladies are not fictitious cartoon characters, nor is the Red Rascal only fiction. They exist.
P.S. Neither of those two kids ever deployed, We were Army Reservists in NJ.
As a woman, I'm insulted by yesterday's and today's strips. And as a blonde, I appreciate that you made a brunette equally embarrasing. And I have to say that if a guy walked into most of the bars in this city dressed in a turban and sunglasses, I think he would be surrounded by loud angry men pretty quickly.
We used to have a society where people like Redfern Jr. would be called out on their self-absorbed delusional behaviors. Now, the Many applaud the twerp as somehow being clever or endearing. He isn't. He's the clerk who can't do basic math in his head, he's the guy walking down the street texting while you dive out of his path. He's the middle class version of George W. Bush. And I'm tired of all the adulation.
I would have thought that getting kidnapped overseas and having only a two-figure ransom note would have humbled Jeff a little bit. I really wish he'd suffer at least some small consequences for his big-headed actions.
Re. the MISSHAPEN PROGENCY comment: I think it is apt that Jeff Redfern is as delusional as he is. I have a lot of time for the USA and for American citizens, but you guys have been sleepwalking towards a cliff for decades. I have read Doonesbury from the beginning (retrospectively) and consider this to be one of the most insightful storylines ever.
Keep it down, ladies. You'll wake Mom and Dad.
Jeff's story gets more and more unbelievable. I'm expecting it to end like An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge.
I love Jeff in his role as Red Rascal. He is lost in his own world, but aren't we all? I would love to see him start a charity (maybe a real life one were "Red Rascal" is the online face of it) and really start helping the people he cares about in Afghanistan. I know I'd donate.
"Three cups of tea." Priceless. Trifecta! GBT, my hero.
I've been a Doonesbury fan since Mike, and I, were in college, but may have to stop reading this beloved strip. I simply can't stand watching the Redferns' misshapen progeny gaining stature in the strip while stomping through the world like a kid kicking over anthills. If this kid doesn't get some kind of consequence from his actions -- even getting kicked out of his house by his silly parents -- I may have to avoid the strip for a time. I know that baby-boomers let their bairns avoid responsibility throughout their lives -- I've done a lot of that myself -- but this kid is pathologically destructive. I would have been quite happy if that copter explosion had taken him out.
Jeff Redfern is both Calvin and Hobbes, whose real and fantasy life are inextricably linked. Or maybe I'm stoned. I guess both can be true...
Wow. Jeff's egomaniacal delusions are approaching rubber-room levels if he thinks those female bar patrons can tell he's got baby blues through the sunglasses he is inexplicably wearing indoors.
I have been reading the comments on the July 10th strip and just want to say that I have never understood why anyone who accepts evolution as a viable theory is somehow anti-God. Why can't God have set in motion the possibilitiy of adaptation to changing circumstances?
Blowback allows me to understand the full significance of the strip and enjoy it; without it, many times the strip is Greek to me. I was overjoyed when Blowback resumed today. And thank you GBT, for a window on U.S. culture, politics, life, and whatnot!
Judging from the comments here, Sunday's invisibility strip seems to be like the elephant examined by the blind men. My piece of it is not that the Boomers have become invisibile to the young in general, but that men of a certain age become invisible to young women and sometimes -- since young women remain highly visible to them -- have a tough time accepting that fact. This is not a new situation. George "Tubby" Bowling, the middle-aged insurance salesman who's the narrator/hero of Orwell's Coming Up For Air (1938), describes himself in part by saying "no woman will ever look me again." But just as the Boomers in their narcissim believed that they had invented sex and idealism, they now seem to think that they have invented aging.
I love invisible. It's way better than being called "Dear."
Loved yesterday's strip about the invisible boomers (and boomleters). The good news is that I'm entering the "old-enough-not-to-give-a-tinker's-damn" stage about many things. That gives us geezers the opportunity to do things to get noticed and not worry about it. A friend who turned 50 wore her tiara with a big purple 50 on it to dinner with her kids in New York City last weekend. Embrace it, folks!
Just to let you know, there is a real Jeff in Afghanistan, a friend of my daughter at West Point. He is trying to make a difference.
I am not an American, but I have had friends who didn't dare to reintegrate after their tour of duty in Vietnam. They're still out here in Thailand, never to return. It's high time somebody is daring to address the subject of post-war integration. Two thumbs up for bringing this to public attention.
Thank you, thank you, thank you for your strips with webchats between Sorkh Razil and one of the "job creators." You have given a voice to those of us who are on exactly the same page (no pun intended) and level of disgust at those in Congress who are in the pockets of corporate America. If they have their way, it will be government by the corporations, for the corporations and of the corporations. If it's not already. America, wake up and show up at the polls. The partiers will. Don't let the election be decided by the loonies. VOTE! People elsewhere are dying for the right.