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The Elizabeth Warren storyline is the best since B.D.'s Veteran's Center rehab! Please stay with Warren for Senate. Massachusetts is desperate for her kind of common sense.
Please please please let Joanie be talking about Elizabeth Warren. And please, Ms. Warren, run!
I have enjoyed your sense of humor and commentary for many years, but Sunday's strip about texting really did not hit on all cylinders for me. I am a grandmother as well as a mother of two adult children. I do not text. I find that having a cell phone on 24/7 and texting 24/7 is rather rude. Our daughter lives with us, so that means that at 5:30 A.M when she wakes up, on goes her phone, and maybe two minutes later that phone is beeping with messages coming from co-workers already at work, or her boyfriend who is on his way to work, or her brother complaining about his life. I am not kidding when I say that her phone goes off at least 50 times before she leaves the house at 7:30.
When we go out to lunch or dinner with our daughter, our son and his wife, or our eight-year-old granddaughter, everyone is texting. We have complained but are told "Get up with the times, this is important." Well I hope that it is important, because when they get to my age, 68, our granddaughter will be telling them that they should get up with the times. Of course she will probably tell them by text and not in person. My granddaughter texts her mother from her bedroom asking what to wear that day for school, Mom is in the next room texting her friends.
Years ago I remember hearing Paul Harvey say, "This generation coming up was afraid of being alone; they will be known as the phone generation." Well he was right. Thank you for letting me blow off steam. I'm the grandmother of one, the mother of two, and I'm tired of rude people texting and being on the phone.
I am amazed that Zonker remains a nanny. He ignored Baby Alex while signing "I'm Bad," let toddler Alex watch nine hours of TV a day, offered to give baby Sam to a fan who asked "May I have your baby?", asked a stranger who had said that Sam was cute to watch her, and drives without a license. Telling little Howie about a gentle freak named Douglas was something that college Zonk would do, but it seems that his commitment to responsibility has not changed since he "changed his mind" about a vote that he had promised Mark in the early 70s.
Really. "Across the rooftops of Arlington." Now I know this is Jeff's inspired fiction.
Thank you for today's Sunday strip that tells phone and text addicted parents that they are failing their children. I hope it causes some of those parents to rethink where their attention is most needed.
Today's strip with Zonker chastising parents about choosing electronic devices over quality family time is more than spot-on. It's a thump on the head that is greatly needed to wake parents up. Time and family are what is precious -- not the latest text or phone call.
Ah! Jeff finally has a promising career -- as a bestselling novelist. Sorkh Razil:Red Dawn. Sorkh Razil: Enemy of the State. Sorkh Razil: Scourge of the Unbelievers. Sorkh Razil: Kabul Confidential. Oh, man. Rick will eat his typewriter in envy.
When I saw the Red Rascal call for his horse I burst out laughing. General Petraeus must be so proud. I am surprised we haven't seen any of Jeff's tales on The Sandbox. I think he'll do better as a writer than as a soldier.
Okay, okay, get to Jeff's New Yorker serial deal and his book contract already. The suspense is maddening!
The Red Rascal is fabulous. Roll over James Thurber, and tell Keith Waterhouse the news.
Disemboweling? Okay, I get it. This week's strip has been another of Jeff's Red Rascal fantasies. If I may throw him a lifeline, I recommend that he channel his imagination into writing thrillers. That's what Ian Fleming did, creating James Bond. And how better for Jeff to get his father's goat than by becoming a rich and famous novelist?
I don't care for these Red Rascal stories. I've got a kid who lives in a fantasy world myself. Perhaps the RR needs a dose of reality.
Wait a minute. Bad guys don't say "Hee hee." Something's not right.
Uh, oh--the dream sequence just got violent, and the ladies are not pleased. Is it time for Jeff/The Red Rascal to get some post-traumatic help?
Picking up hot chicks with a turban, a pair of baby blues hidden behind shades and three cups of tea? Taking out a bully with a casual disemboweling? Sorkh Razil is just too good to be true. Wait...That's it!
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.