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Oh, yikes. Jeff is going to hand McGinniss's bio of Palin to RH for 30 pieces of silver. And Roland, as opposed to Dad, will make hay while the sun shines. Please, please, Jeff, come to your senses. No good will come of this.
Regarding the mixup of book galleys, Garry Trudeau's brain is beyond fertile: it's diabolical.
What a great plot twist! Jeff's surprise at the galley switch and Roland's quick offer make for a breathless cliffhanger. Jeff must have scarfed his doughnut between frame one and frame three.
Ooh, I like where this storyline is going...
Jeff is the part of our society that wouldn't recognize real work if they stepped on it and it got stuck between their toes. The red, white and blue Becca is that easy street paved with gold, the kiss-and-tell intellectual property that can springboard a slacker to a Letterman gig and a Newsweek cover.
In reading today's strip I thought the Governor was Rick Perry until the last panel. "Palling around" should have tipped me off.
In today's strip, B.D. prepares what seems to be Jiffy Pop popcorn -- on the stove-top! It's wonderfully old-school, which I assume is the point: it illustrates his conservative reluctance to give up on the tried-and-true ideals he holds dear. Nice touch, GBT.
B.D. hit the nail right on the thumb in the last panel of today's strip. Whether we like it or not, any female presidential candidate will be judged at least partly on her looks. Nothing new there; presidents are always judged partly on looks. Kennedy defeated Nixon because he looked better on TV, comments about Obama's youthful good looks were common during the last campaign, Warren G. Harding (probably the worst president we ever had) was elected because he looked presidential. Probably the last president elected in spite of his looks was Abraham Lincoln.
"You stay in character? Love it!" Becca is now officially my heroine. G'mon, GBT, tell us where she shops -- I want to wear killer bracelets like hers!
What are the odds Jeff admits his talent for writing is inherited from Rick?
Wow, people like Duke really exist.
As I look at the over-imaginative Jeff Redfern sitting across the desk from Becca in her red, white and blue hair and clothing with the gold bangles, I can't help but feel that they're both very symbolic of something. I just can't quite place what it is...
Oh I just love Becca Bickel's style. Right off the runway of fashion week!
It's all a beautiful lie. Or is it? We're all just legends in our own minds. On behalf of the rest of us with less vivid imaginations, I say "Long live the Red Rascal!"
Marvellous. I'm so glad that Jeff is going to be an author. Despite what some have said I have never believed that Jeff is a bad person. He just needed to find his niche in life and this, I believe, is it.
With all the concern over the political correctness of Mike's comment about Mark, we've missed a very important point. It wasn't Mike who was saying that Mark throws like a girl. He was only quoting Mark.
I love it when I'm right! Redfern with a Red Rascal book deal. Wonder how he'll screw this up!
I've been a reader and lifelong fan for 40 years. I can recite punchlines and dialog going all the way back, and even have an original strip on my wall. Giving Jeff Redfern a Random House Red Rascal contract is the first truly predictable and overdone plot device I think I can remember since I started reading in '73. It comes as almost as big a surprise as some of your great ones. I suspect you'll put your own brand on how it unfolds. Sorry to be so brash, as you're one of a very small pool of people I have consistently admired my whole life.
I, officially, hate Jeff Redfern. After a decade of teaching high school English, earning an MFA in Creative Writing, and generally busting my ass to make the world a better place while earning a pittance (as of right now, I have $1.42 in my checking account), I am filled with righteous indignation that he has landed a book deal that will probably net him more cash than I'll earn in an entire year. I hope his stupid sunglasses break.
Your ability to tap into the unstated (even politically incorrect, even slightly taboo) zeitgeist is amazing, as well as emotionally candid and politically provocative. I've been having very much the same daydream as Mike, with very much the same mixed emotions about my own anger over the Big Swindle, and the NEO -- New Economic Order. (Where have we heard that term before?) These are, of course, some of the functions of art: to let others (even the socially, politically or economically marginalized, of whom there are more and more of us every day) know other sentient citizens share those feelings, however volatile they may be at the margins, and thereby to either galvanize or defuse them (maybe a bit of both). Keep up the good work, and keep speaking Truth to Power. There are plenty of us who still relate, and need the "laughter of (self)recognition," more now than ever.