Tune in tomorrow as Rev. Croom embarks on a new life of selective observance. He'll dine and dash (thou shalt not steal), covet Herb's wife, murder Jamaal, and make a graven image, but he'll at least call his mom to wish her a happy birthday (honor thy father and mother). The funnies haven't been this theologically bold since Judge Parker financed the construction of a giant needle big enough for a dozen camels to thread.
Gasoline Alley, 11/20/04
I think Gasoline Alley is making the (quite accurate) assumption that nobody reads Gasoline Alley on a regular basis. Because otherwise, why would it bother so obviously advertising the villain of this confrontation by having him actually twirl his mustache? Seriously. Mustache twirling = villainy. You can look it up.
Kudzu, 11/19/04
Ah, Kudzu, never afraid to take on the tough, controversial topics. See, the strip sometimes takes a break from beating up on strawman caricatures of left-wing ideas to poke a little fun at prominent right-wing figures. Presumably this is to kowtow to the all-powerful liberals who run all aspects of this country (except for the Presidency, the Congress, and, coming soon, most of the Supreme Court). Anyway, proving once again that she’s the most pointless and out-of-place character in this strip, the parakeet (whose name I cannot be bothered to look up) manages to baffle America’s comics readership by (a) having a cell phone and (b) somehow, and for some reason, giving its number to Bill O’Reilly. (The fact that Bill O’Reilly wants to talk dirty on the phone to a bird will, sadly, not baffle America’s comics readership.)
Anyway, I thought I’d put this punchline to better use than Kudzu’s making of it:
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Family Circus, 11/18/04
Seriously, though, I’m starting to worry about what’s going on in the Family Circus. My current theory: in a deliberate attempt to sabotage decades of wholesome goodwill, the artists will have it make progressively less and less sense, just to see how long it will take for people to start complaining. In six months, Billy will be wearing a dress and crawling around on his hands and knees shouting “I’M A TREE! I’M A TREE!”, while PJ just looks on and laughs and laughs.