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Economic collapse Sunday

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Six Chix, 9/23/18

My first read on this was that the two sad/angry/scrunch-faced/???? characters on the left were upset that their cruel boss was forcing them to come up with new fees, since they just wanted to offer checking accounts on honest terms to decent folks, just like banks did back in the day. But with all the crumpled up papers and charts denoting declining profits on display, I guess we’re meant to understand that they’re all in it together, trying to extract every last dime from their customers before the whole system comes crashing down. The lady in the middle is going into a full-on panic fugue state, so move all your savings into bitcoin or canned goods, probably!

Barney Google and Snuffy Smith, 9/23/18

Snuffy and Lukey are laughing not at their own terrible wordplay, of course, but because they know that they’ll cut those trees down years before they mature enough to produce any fruit, either to patch their decaying hovels or simply to burn for heat.

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Unrealistic Sunday

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Barney Google and Snuffy Smith, 9/16/18

Wait, which real world are we talking about here? A real world where a child wearing a coonskin cap and suspenders walks home from a clapboard one-room schoolhouse along the edge of a cliff? In this faux-hillbilly dreamscape, it’s actually more likely that the local education system would assess its charges’ skills in cartoonishly rustic pursuits rather than traditional academic subjects, to be honest.

Six Chix, 9/16/8

Not sure exactly what’s going on here: has the guard spent all day telling museum patrons to back away from the art, and now he’s urging these two to back away from the most glorious piece of art: the human form? Or is there, like, an epidemic of art museum sex going on that I’m not aware of?

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Friday: Steely Dan or Kendrick Lamar?

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Six Chix, 9/6/18

I have a perverse respect for this Six Chix, because the artist could only come up with song titles for five of the seven days, and one of the missing days was Thursday, the very day on which this strip would run, but still was like, “You know what? Fuck it. This is the joke I’m doing, I don’t really care, it’s happening.” Anyway, maybe it’s a space-saving thing, but if you really wanted to get the full week in there I’d have gone with David Bowie’s “Thursday’s Child” — a deep cut off a 1999 album, but no more obscure, than, say, a song by Lisa Loeb that isn’t “Stay (I Missed You)” — and, I don’t know, how about the extremely well-known “Sunday Bloody Sunday” by U2? Just some suggestions!

Beetle Bailey, 9/6/18

Beetle seems to have no idea what it means to have a crush on someone, or is unable to read the emotional arc of a romance in a movie written for children, or possibly both! This would explain a lot about his extremely desultory relationship with Miss Buxley.