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In yesterdays strip I love the way Zipper's face was drawn, as he looked truly shocked, as if perhaps something might actually have penetrated his thick skull. If this won't do it, nothing will, but I do like the idea that he might grow a bit as a character. On the other hand maybe not.
So Jeff does his part to help a brutal tyrant escape, and Jeff survives. Most likely, he will go on to helping bigger and more important criminals. Well, I guess it's truthful. Make sure he gets a raise. Perhaps you can have someone steal the money from some widows and orphans.
Nice cliffhanger! Leaving RR to die is cold enough though. I'm not blaming the chopper crew. They just drove the taxi. It was the spooks, the mercenaries, and the pols that went along.
I knew you wouldn't kill Jeff. You just couldn't do that to me. I'm still mourning Lacey...
Okay, when is Jeff waking from his dream?
Doonesbury: Best adventure comic-strip EVER!
You go, Red Rascal! It takes a genius to make humour out of the world situation. And the worse it gets, the more slapstick! Thank you.
We have a mature (late-60s) Jeff Redfern who drinks in my local pub. He’s ex-SAS, “special opps”, police and, among many other things, implausible. We haven’t seen him for three months. All the regulars are now quivering at the prospect of his imminent re-appearance, replete with tales of his adventures in Egypt and Libya. I’m wondering if he subscribes to the Red Rascal website...
Uh-oh. "We had to leave our ground operative behind." I think we may have the new ruler of Berzerkistan, his future anticipated by the legendary name being whispered, mouth to mouth, from Afghanistan...
It would be one bright spot in a truly depressing world of a collapsing dollar, strikes, tsunamis and such if the Red Rascal becomes the hero he so desperately wants to be. Seeing him (unknowingly) actually have the skills and chutzpah he professes would be epic. He may be an annoying self-aggrandizing Millennial, but still. We can hope...
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.