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I've always been fascinated that the original printing of today's strip had J.J. telling Mike she'd initially thought he was a "nurd." This was changed to "nerd" later on. Is "nurd" actually incorrect, or just a less common spelling? Was GBT under pressure from the powerful Nerd Lobby? Did Pharrell Williams' N.E.R.D. spell it out in too emphatic a fashion? This remains the biggest question facing Doonesbury historians since the disappearance of Mike's sister. Oh yes, Mike, the authorities know about you...
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I really loved your January 4th strip. The last thing I said prior to leaving for Vietnam was: "I don't think my country and its leaders would send me to a place it didn't want me to go, to do something it didn't want done." And they did. And now I see these vets and I say "Thank you for your service." And I don't say, "I wish the country had never sent you there in the first place because you were nothing more than a pawn in a fool's game and your sacrifice was literally for nothing. You were a patriot in the most profound sense of the word, and the people who sent you were liars and manipulators and purely evil monsters who deserve to burn in hell for all eternity. They destroyed my faith in them and in the country by betraying me and my fellow soldiers, and then again by doing the same thing to you and your brothers (and sisters)."
Sadly, I can't tell them that, because to do so would either enrage them or destroy their faith and make them "uncomfortable, and anxious, and depressed," although many of them are that way already, because they already realize it at a subconscious level. And now, "welcome to my world." It's a tough place, where waking up puts you into a nightmare, where the only viable alternative is to observe what happens and marvel at it, and comment on it as you do. Keep up the good work. You help me stay sane...and alive.
I really like Doonesbury but have been watching Alpha House lately via my daughter and BitTorrent. It is a really good show. I particularly like the bit where the drones get blown to bits. If Mr. Trudeau has to take time off to make this show it is fine by me. There is so little decent TV around at the moment (or movies) Alpha House really stands out.
Everyone's picking on J.J., but in these 1980 strips I'm struck by how little Mike has changed from his social awkwardness in those first Yale-freshman days.
I love J.J. She does not deserve the trials you went on to inflict on her.
"Live in them. This is just borrowed." Mike's original sin.
So! Mike "lives" in leathers! It's plain that he is not immune to J.J.'s charms -- and is willing to lie through his teeth to impress her.
I just wanted to send you a note of thanks for all your years of Doonesbury. I have followed it almost since the very beginning, and it is my favorite comic strip of all time. Of course, I wish for you to live the life you want, but selfishly I hope you never retire from drawing at least the Sunday strip. In any case, I think that you have contributed greatly to the national discussion of our culture, and I thank you for that. Plus, your graphics keep getting better and more adventuresome in the Sunday strip. Cool.
Okay, so Mike and J.J. didn't work out in the end, but the result was still Alex!
J.J. meets Mike? Run away! Run away!
"My guess is that it was a marijuana joint [that started the fire]." If it weren't for Zeke confessing to having had "a small accident" that guess would not be a good one. Left unattended, cigars and "marijuana joints" stop burning. Cigarettes are treated to keep burning (try it sometime). Butts are routinely tossed. Roaches are saved.