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I'm sorry for B.D. (and America). I'd say something, but this level of grief doesn't want to hear anything that makes sense.
Here's another one who cares. Happy birthday, B.D. You're one of my favorite Doonesbury characters. Sorry it's a belated wish.
For several months i have wondered what kind of strip you would run on this day. I knew it would be something special, but you completely exceeded yourself. The first three panels captured it all, and B.D.'s simple request -- as short as those two sentences were -- made every other comment redundant. Keep up your good work.
B.D. is one year older. Nobody cares but me. Happy birthday, B.D.
Uh oh, I hope Becca doesn't lose her job over this. Books (and bookstores) are getting rare, good editing jobs even more so. I hope leaking the Palin book was her plan all along.
Egad, Jeff's messing up big time, one more time. And like someone else said, he could at least have messed up by giving the Rogue galley to his dad instead of Hedley. But nooooo. So when I see him going down the same old road again, I get this feeling in the pit of my stomach like I want to reach into the strip and -- shake the boy silly! Then I remind myself these are not real people. They're drawings by a guy named Trudeau. But I wouldn't mind bumping into B.D. in a supermarket somewhere. He's become a real three-dimensional person, with shortcomings and humanity. Whoodathunk it?
EGAD raises an interesting point. Imagine if Jeff had brought the book home to Rick. Imagine Rick weighing what's left of his career on the one hand, and selling his son down the river on the other.
Besides eating the donut between panels one and three, he also slipped the serviette from under his coffee across the table and under Roland's coffee. Red Rascal really is a master spy. It's not just a fantasy.
Oh, Jeff... I now recognize as prophetic an old strip (mid-80s, immediately post-sabbatical, as I recall) where Jeff is a baby and Rick is chronicling the joys of fatherhood in the wee hours of the morning and notes: "I diaper his head."
Hmmm. I am not the cynical type, but editors like Becca Bickle are known for paying attention to detail. I have a hard time believing she messed up with the wrong galley proofs. Did she intentionally give the McGinniss book to Jeff thinking he might get it some free press?
In one strip, GBT has explained everything that is pathologically flawed and sickening in America. Baby Boomers like RH, who'll stab anyone in the back to get ahead -- and have done so for decades. Obviously, the publisher will be furious, obviously RH is throwing Jeff the Idiot to the wolves. And RH knows it. And in RH's sick calculus, hey, them's the breaks. One can almost hear him shouting "Hey, I was only following orders. If I didn't take advantage of the kid, someone else woulda! I'm not a bad person! He was asking for it!" Jeff Redfern shows us the morally empty result of so many BBer experiments in producing children. The kid doesn't even have the brains to simply default to, "Someone made a mistake. The correct behavior is to call them up and point it out. Why is it correct? Because that's what I'd be hoping someone would do if the roles were reversed." The two deserve each other.
Wow. If Jeff is swindled by Roland that would be a new low.
Another of your correspondents recently wrote "Doonesbury is a staple of citizenship in America", and I just have to say how much that resonates. In our increasingly fragmented society, Doonesbury also remains among the few shared experiences that millions can relate to. I am sure many of us readers can share memories of long-ago story lines, even specific panels. I remember exactly where I was when I first encountered the wordless panel of B.D. reflecting on the fall of Saigon. Boopsie's "Whew!" when Sam responded to news of B.D.'s injury with "Daddy's coming home!" will, I expect, stay with me for the rest of my life. I'll bet I'm not alone on either count. And I wanted to join the chorus of Becca Bickle fans! Becca seems to be one of the most promising and popular new characters since Toggle.
Jeff needs to remember that his dad is also a freelance journalist who'd give his back teeth for advance sight of the Palin biography.
Jeff is so going to screw up his good luck again...
Oh, yikes. Jeff is going to hand McGinniss's bio of Palin to RH for 30 pieces of silver. And Roland, as opposed to Dad, will make hay while the sun shines. Please, please, Jeff, come to your senses. No good will come of this.
Regarding the mixup of book galleys, Garry Trudeau's brain is beyond fertile: it's diabolical.
What a great plot twist! Jeff's surprise at the galley switch and Roland's quick offer make for a breathless cliffhanger. Jeff must have scarfed his doughnut between frame one and frame three.
Ooh, I like where this storyline is going...
Jeff is the part of our society that wouldn't recognize real work if they stepped on it and it got stuck between their toes. The red, white and blue Becca is that easy street paved with gold, the kiss-and-tell intellectual property that can springboard a slacker to a Letterman gig and a Newsweek cover.