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Red Rascal and his faithful sidekick, Zeke, take on the mission set up by Duke and son. Great stuff. I check it out first thing for my morning laugh. I love the way you send up the whole American craziness. Laughing may be the only way out...
In our present "daze" where the likes of Sarah Palin and Donald Trump are considered serious contenders for the presidency and Rushisms and Beckisms are quoted as words of wisdom, it is wonderful that a comic strip like Doonesbury exists to remind me that fear is the real enemy. The best medicine for idiocy is laughter.
The Red Rascal seems destined to become the hero who removed the evil dictator. He leads the Berzerki people's revolution. No wonder his legend moves to reality. God Bless the Red Rascal.
I hope to God you are not planning to kill the Red Rascal.
When did Doonesbury become Terry and the Pirates?
I'm hoping that because your Faux News picked the fireball, that as usual, they are wrong. Please let Jeff and Zipper be okay! The Berzerkistan president, maybe not so much... :-) Go Red Rascal!
When Bmzklfrpz seemed unaware that he'd paid Duke and Earl $50M to mount an "extraction," it occurred to me that the creator of the strip had either been partaking of Zonker's brownies or Borges's "The Garden of Forking Paths." Given Jeff's recent mention of "magical realism" and today's "fireball of death," the latter alternative (or Gabriel Garcia Marquez's works) seems the more likely -- at least in this alternate Brane. Thus does William James intersect with Jesse, and the Red Rascal becomes a legend not merely in his own mind.
Actually, the feedback loop (pardon the pun) described by Zonker in Sunday's hash-sundae strip is exactly why they outlawed hash brownies in the coffieshops in the Netherlands.
Oh my. A fighter escort? Now that takes me back -- four decades plus. Our fighter escorts were Cobras when we were making rescue pickups in SH-3As (Nam, baby, nam). I don't know if I should call them fond memories but they were, well, comforting...
Zipper (Dawg) & Jeff may be this century's Mutt & Jeff. Greetings from downunder.
This Red Rascal storyline is taking me straight back to the glory days of Duke and Honey as they bumbled their way through what Christopher Hitchens has called "the armpits of the world." I wonder if it is too much to hope that Honey is going to somehow turn up and save the day...
I am really enjoying all the story elements you are juggling these days. Talk about multi-tasking. It's like channel-hopping at a time when all your favorites are on at once! The quality is undiminished and the characters, as usual, are real as life. After 40 years you are not coasting at all. Thanks!
From Japan I say thank you for contributing some normalcy to my life in the midst of a great deal of current abnormalcy.
Pretty edgy doing a marijuana strip on Sunday. By the way, I think the association between eating and smoking herb is merely a stereotype. The stuff always made me more cerebral, musical -- never hungry.
I've just finished the massive 40-year retrospective, and it has enriched my two-decade on/off Doonesbury experience wonderfully. I now finally understand who is related to who, even if I have no clue how old everyone is. Thanks, GBT.
I'm left to wonder how powerful our print media has grown when my heart pounds over the fate of Jeff and Dawg. Thanks for the memories!
It's tempting to think "Oh, it's only a comic strip..." and consign the Red Rascal and his "magical realism" to a safe, separate comic world where real soldiers and real lives and real history would never be mixed up in "a comic book mission." But then one recalls the history of the CIA, and characters like Barker and Liddy and Hunt, to name only a few who come readily to mind.
I'm a Nam Vet who's still coming home. I'm worrying about Ray. Took me over a year to get off benzos (on them for 16 years). NASTY NASTY withdrawal. Help Ray, will ya?
I looked it up. It's going to take a lot to un-look it up.
Just when I thought we'd pretty much figured out magic realism (at least for bookclub purposes), along comes the Red Rascal. It doesn't get any better than this!