SURVIVE THE DARKNESS
Terry D. McGee | Sydney, AUSTRALIA | July 30, 2017
If today's SayWhat? is accurate* (Trump on Obamacare over recent months: "It's a failed experiment. It is totally gone.... Dead.... It's broken, it's collapsing. It's gone.... It's out of business.... It's dead!"), what is keeping Obamacare alive? It must be a spirit greater than Trumpism, greater than the worst negativity spirit that America can evoke. It must be a powerful lot of good at work. It must be a lot of good, hardworking people trying to "do no harm." God bless them, and may the spirit survive the darkness.
Allison C. Davis | Albuquerque, NM | July 30, 2017
Those sweet, tiny hands!
Charlie Bing | Edmonton, CANADA | July 30, 2017
Ah, I am so enjoying Sundays. Today we have the Trumpster with tiny hands talking to (yelling at?) Reince Priebus... and since you penned this cartoon, Priebus has been canned, and the [a series of incredibly offensive expletives deleted] Mooch has come on board. Just another week at the bonkers Trump White House. Man, you just can't make this @!%# up can you?
Bobbie Herman | Fairfield, CT | July 29, 2017
I wonder if Mike wears his glasses to bed so he can see his dreams better...
Donna Christopher | Lucerne, CA | July 27, 2017
Thanks for the dose of Commander Cody today -- prompted me to wade through my stack of vinyl.
Brendan Nichols | South of Jefferson, OR | July 27, 2017
To even consider such a quandary as the one Mike ponders as he stares through the glass probably never occurred to way too many for long enough to seriously consider. It is futile to blame another for troubles when such proclivities are increasingly ubiquitous. The truth is, "The buck stops here" should be on every mirror as a reminder. It does, or it doesn't; which one gets prominence declares the value of the person it controls.
Jan | Vancouver, CANADA | July 26, 2017
Reading today's 10-years-ago strip on the Flashbacks page I have to wonder if G.W. Bush is relieved that he will no longer be remembered as the worst President in history.
Rick Puig | London, UK | July 24, 2017
I've always thought today's Classic strip, about Zonker giving Mike career advice, was funny.
Edward Cherlin | Columbus, IN | July 23, 2017
Sorry, Boopsie. What B.D. is telling you about isn't acting. It's kayfabe, as in pro wrestling. Check out this 2007 film. (Donald Trump is the master, seeming simultaneously to be the good guy "face" to his base, and the bad guy "heel" to everyone else, and sometimes doing heel-face-heel turns within a single sentence.)
Graeme Roberts | Birmingham, UK | July 22, 2017
Nicely timed. Mr Butts' 1989 redux as the strip of the day while Reuters digs into Phillip Morris marketing tactics used to try and hook new smokers in third world countries. Coincidence?
Dan | Minneapolis, MN | July 21, 2017
A Chicago printmaker has made art out of the "dumpster fire" designation. I bought a copy at the Pitchfork Music Festival this past weekend!
June Cleaver | Peoria, IL | July 20, 2017
I just caught Sunday's strip, with Elias and B.D. I'm in therapy for PTSD (medical, sexual, and automotive trauma -- a trifecta!). My therapist and I have conversations about the dumpster fire in D.C. She tells me I'm not the only one, by a stretch. Oy.
Dave | Elmire, NY | July 19, 2017
And here comes Mr. Butts, Trudeau's greatest character!
Edward Cherlin | Columbus, IN | July 16, 2017
As I read today's strip -- B.D. talking with Elias -- I was thinking it was PESD, Post-Election Stress Disorder. But then I found this.
Bill Hansen | Yola, NIGERIA | July 15, 2017
I'm looking forward to a new strip in which Mark Slackmeyer will be shouting "Guilty, guilty, guilty!"
John Ghalt | Anchorage, AK | July 14, 2017
The current Zonker-as-Nanny series continues to hit it out of the park. My mother, born 1924, was only one generation removed from a time when public school teachers were expected to be single. An early memory of mine (from the early Sixties) is of my mom telling my dad that I had called our babysitter "mama." This made little impression on me at the time but made a much bigger one now that Trudeau reminded me of it. I have little doubt that it caused my poor professional mother no little pain.
Jahn Ghalt | Anchorage, AK | July 12, 2017
I didn't know Mrs. Doonesbury the first was a helicopter pre-cursor: "What happened to lunch, nap, doctor's appointment, play date, and bath?" (Oxford comma not in the original.) As a veteran parent I'd respond: "We took a bath this morning, lunch and nap were on the subway, the doctor was rescheduled, and babies don't have playdates."
Donna Christopher | Lucerne, CA | July 11, 2017
Glad I'd put down the coffee before I got to the "No fair!" Blowback post...
Brian Harvey | Berkeley, CA | July 09, 2017
No fair! I want to see the front of the painting!
Shooshie Roberts | Dallas, TX | July 09, 2017
In his famous image "The Persistence of Memory" Dali addressed worlds that linger only in our minds. Of course, he did it in a highly stylized manner which may not immediately have meaning to many viewers. In today's Sunday strip, Trudeau nailed it yet again for anyone who has reached the age of Boomers. By now, we're each leading at least a double life, if not multitudinal, and there are tender moments that persist, if only in memory, which are yet uncomfortable when we dig them up. Wouldn't it be nice if Kim had the maturity to allow Mike a moment? Of course, Mike would have to be mature enough to emerge from his reverie and stuff it back down from where it came. We do have our responsibilities within the present. Nevertheless, when I skip joyfully down Flashback Lane and see the treasures Trudeau has left for us, I'm still amazed that one person has managed to capture all that and keep on going in life and in creativity and work, having encapsulated so brilliantly the zeitgeist of each era, if not each day. Is this some kind of Jedi Mind Trick? Well, it is whatever it is; once again I pay my respects. It's becoming a habit, sincerely offered. You just can't imagine what it means to me, probably to all of us, to have this breadcrumb trail into the past. Like the tendrils of the mind, its significance now reaches into dim shadows only visible in hindsight. I'm sure Dali would agree.