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The one detail you missed is the creole mustard color of Mr. Trump's face due to overuse of bronzer. The raccoon eyes say it all.
I read your strip in the Ft. Wayne Journal Gazette on a daily basis. You manage, from time to time, to get a rise or a chuckle out of me. I must tell you that Sunday's strip almost killed me. I have never laughed so hard and long at a comic strip in my life! The Donald's hair blew my mind!!!! I don't know why it hit me so hard, but woooowee...I almost had a coronary. Thanks!
I loved Sunday's strip and the hair. It was actually easier to look at than the real coif.
Visually and verbally, you have the loathsome and ludicrous Trump absolutely nailed. Brilliant!
Charlie Sheen and Donald Trump should form a two-man support group for those that are pathologically grandiose!
Ah, Donald Trump, the cartoonists' dream subject; his comb-over. the gift that keeps giving. But the notion of him running for such high office is a joke -- please say it isn't so!
Thanks for today's depiction of Donald Trump -- it's grotesque yet weirdly accurate. If the man can't be honest about his hair, why should anyone take him seriously about, well, anything, let alone the presidency of the United States.
Great strip on today! I was wondering when you'd begin to lampoon the eminently parody-worthy Donald Trump. Actually, Mr. Trump has an important contribution to make to international relations, in that he comforts the collective conscience of the people of Italy by demonstrating that Silvio Berlusconi is no longer the world's most ridiculous politician.
This is the most up-to-date realistic princess fantasy yet. If I had a daughter, Sam's fantasy is the kind I'd hope she'd have.
FYI Sir, Bond is MI-6 not MI-5. MI-5 is like the FBI, MI-6 is like the CIA.
London boring? What is Zonker on? Perhaps he is thinking of London, Canada.
It's like the 'tsssst' episode of South Park: I've got this "Why wouldn't that work?" thing going on in my head.
If Zonker goes to the royal wedding, whoever he goes with, at least this time no one will yell, "Eek! A Commoner!"
PLEEEEASE let Sam go to the wedding with Uncle Zonk. If they won't let her, can I go?
Re. AMUSED: I would agree, providing the artist in question then donated these millions to the cause of those oppressed by that very dictator.
Re. AMUSED: I have a problem with dictators being parted with money that they either a) stole from their own people or, b) received in US aid, which means they stole it from you and me. To pay for a 50 Cent concert!
Re. AMUSED: There's a big problem with parting an evil dictator (or his kids) from a couple of million dollars. It never belonged to him in the first place! The money Khadafi's evil issue paid to Beyonce and other entertainers for their services was stolen from the Libyan people.
I'm not sure the reader who compared jeff to the McCarthyite ideologues of the 50s really "gets" him. Jeff is utterly non-ideological. (To have an ideology, one must actually believe in something.) His espionage career, first with the CIA and then with Overkill, does not flow from any ideological commitment, but from a growing sense of himself as being The Red Rascal -- the Scarlet Pimpernel of the 21st century: heavy on the derring-do, light on any conviction behind it. The $90 ransom sums up his involvement. (I hope that's $90 in greenbacks, rather than in the slightly more valuable Aussie dollar.) Who would have thought that Jeff would become such a complex character?
The resolution to Jeff's capture was perfect: Once again, the American gets away with it without learning a single lesson or paying any significant price (moral or otherwise). I really wish Trudeau would try to recapture the sense of outrage he used to put into the strip. Everyone likes (or tolerates) Jeff, but he's morally reprehensible, a "kinder, gentler" equivalent of the wingnuts from the 1950s who saw Communists in every corner.
Ninety bucks? This brings to mind O. Henry's famous tale The Ransom of Red Chief.