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Slylock Fox, 7/4/11

Maybe our neighborhood spawns unusually well-behaved and/or athletically skilled children, but I’ve never actually had to deal with this stereotypical scenario. Still, I’d like to think that if I did, I wouldn’t be so focused on figuring out which specific child damaged my property. I mean, surely if a foursome of young athletes were engaging in sporting pastimes dangerously close to breakable parts of my home, shouldn’t they all be considered more or less equally culpable for the resulting damage, rather than blame settling solely on the last person to touch the ball before it went on its rampage? In fact, the art in this strip reinforces this view, with the dog, bear, and bird all staring forward with looks of guilt-ridden anxiety. Only the rabbit, with his dull, heavy-lidded expression, seems impervious to feelings of self-blame over the incident; indeed, he may be far too stoned to realize what all the fuss is about.

Mary Worth, 7/4/11

I’m not saying that Mary Worth is a murderer; I’m just saying that, if Mary Worth were to kill one of your enemies and subtly try to let you know a week later that you were now forever in her debt, this is pretty much how that conversation would go.

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Apartment 3-G, 7/3/11

Margo is smart enough to recognize what Lu Ann doesn’t: that the Linskis are an incestuous polyamorous collective. Paul is making things clear in the throwaway panel. “Lu Ann, feel free to enjoy yourself sexually with anyone else in our clan, but remember, I’m your primary partner!”

Panels from Barney Google and Snuffy Smith, 7/3/11

Ol’ Snuffy chuckles to himself while contemplating the fact that neither romance nor political change can happen in Hootin’ Holler without the threat of violence.

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Hi and Lois, 7/2/11

Hi is right to look smug in that second panel: at last, his plan to arrange a marriage between his son and a young woman from a more powerful neighboring clan is coming to fruition. This can only increase the power and esteem of the Flagston family! (Alternately, what I’m reading as “smugness” may simply be drunkenness, since that thermos is no doubt full of gin.)

Hagar the Horrible, 7/2/11

Responding with “I’m a commuter” to a question about one’s profession is of course nonsense, but it makes for awkward dinner conversation when you tell recent acquaintances that all of your wealth has been stolen from faraway kingdoms where you and your men murdered everyone who resisted and enslaved the rest.