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Rex Morgan, M.D., 6/16/05

“I told you, boy! I told you! I told you that if you tried to go into some kind of pansy-ass line of work like ahr-kee-ology that someone would try to beat you to death with a fence post!”

Seriously, I’m not sure what makes a profession “manly,” but if it puts you in a position where you might be bludgeoned to death, well, that seems pretty damn butch to me. Of course, I’m sure that’s just the sort of fancy-pants graduate school logic that would enrage Pater Foxworth all the more.

Also: It’s been covered already by you witty commentators, but I feel obligated to share this bizarre Gil Thorp panel with the masses:

Note to high school baseball coaches who use images of the Virgin Mary as pitchers: if your icon of the Holy Mother of God begins to sweat and/or weep blood, it’s time to bring in a reliever. May we suggest St. James the Just? Or Coleman. Whatever.

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Family Circus, 6/15/05

Yesterday, in honor of Flag Day, the Family Circus featured Dolly pledging alliegence to the flag, with a patented Family Circus word-mangling twist. Today, in honor of the day after Flag Day, we have … um, pretty much the same thing, only with just a hint of the occult. Was this just a joke that didn’t fit in yesterday’s caption but was too insanely hilarious to save till next year? Or is the Family Circus going to try to finish out the entire pledge? Every day when I read this feature I ask myself, “How long can they keep this crap up?” Usually, by “crap” I mean the Family Circus in general, but today at least I’m referring to this odious running gag.

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Gil Thorp, 6/14/05

“My mom’s a freak about my hands and lips.” Now there’s a sentence I can honestly say I’ve never seen in the comics before, and hope to never see again.

What’s with the Batman-villain-style weird angle of the house in the third panel? I’m thinking that, what with much of adolescent sexuality centering around the hands and lips, it’s the Rap-Dog’s little world spiraling down into a pit of despair.