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Pierre is far too indignant to speak, so you’re spared my faux French accent bit

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Barney Google and Snuffy Smith, 11/2/21

When it comes to elected officials, Snuffy only wants to know one thing: will they stand firm in the face of the violent revolution he plans to lad, meeting an honorable death on a pitchfork wielded by an aggrieved inhabitant of Hootin’ Holler? Or will they flee from the burning capital like a dog as Snuffy and his compatriots loot everything that isn’t nailed down?

Mary Worth, 11/2/21

OH MY GOD

WILBUR IS GOING TO RETURN PIERRE TO THE SHELTER BECAUSE DOG OWNERSHIP DID NOT IMMEDIATELY TRANSLATE INTO SEX

FINALLY, WE’RE GOING TO GET A STORYLINE THAT ENDS IN WILBUR’S PUBLIC EXECUTION, THERE’S NOWHERE ELSE TO GO FROM THIS

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You have to pay a real professional for Cryptkeeper-style scary puns

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Barney Google and Snuffy Smith, 10/29/21

Today’s “punchline” is some seriously low-rent “The real scary clowns are those clowns in Congress, amiright people” BS. But you have to admit it would be pretty fun if national TV news bureaus hired some half-assed Bela Lugosi imitator to do a “spooky” intro to each broadcast, and even more fun if they just made the anchors do it.

Gil Thorp, 10/29/21

A few years back, Gil Thorp did a pretty great storyline where the team student-manager was giving one of their players fake Adderall in order to boost his confidence and thereby his play, which is sort of like what we’re seeing here, where Boyd Spiller is using his YouTube-derived bogus hypnosis skills to convince everyone that he can improve their football and other talents. The difference, I guess, is that the student-manager knew the Adderall he was handing out was fake, whereas Boyd is probably going to convince himself that he really is a master of hypnosis, with hopefully extremely hilarious results.

Zits, 10/29/21

I don’t really care much about the content of this Zits, but I do want to point out that in the span of time it takes Walt and his son to utter four sentences, he’s removed a bone-in ham from the refrigerator, used it to assemble a large, sloppy sandwich, and completely consumed it and licked the remaining mustard off his fingers, a sequence terrifyingly dagwoodian in its efficiency.

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Meltdown Monday

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Barney Google and Snuffy Smith, 10/25/21

Do … do the good folks of Hootin’ Holler not know about air conditioning? The low-key single most important invention of the 20th century, which transformed the demographic geography of the United States? Do they not know that people are now free to move where they will in pursuit of good jobs, safe in the knowledge that they’ll be at least somewhat physically comfortable when they get there, working in factories or offices that would’ve simply been uninhabitable before the advent of artificial cooling? Do they not know they can leave?

Hi and Lois, 10/25/21

I really appreciate how wide-eyed Hi is with wonder in the second panel here. “Lois! I can’t feel them! I can’t feel anything! Now, what if there a way to do this … with my emotions.”

Judge Parker, 10/25/21

If Abbey gently resting her fingertips against her temple and muttering “I just can’t take it anymore, Sam” is coping, imagine what failing to cope would look like.