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It’s 1983 and I’m a high school art student with one more project to complete a portfolio for honors. My teacher, being the lenient sort, allowed me an absurd amount of leeway and I, being young and eccentric (as opposed to old and eccentric which I am now) decided that a set of life-sized Doonesbury characters would be the perfect capstone. I created these figures out of 3’x3’ sheets of corrugated cardboard and painted them brightly with tempera. The Doonesbury clique included Zonker, Zeke, Mike, Mark, B.D., and (coming in last but not least at 5’ thanks to remaining cardboard scrap) Duke. Over the three weeks I had them on display they appeared in various nooks and ways -- the library, the halls, behind doors -- and much to my surprise they did not take any damage. In fact I was shocked that my peers, the well known and well liked, came to me, the art student outcast, asking for my creations at the end of the exhibit. I did give them all away, all except for Zeke, who I kept fondly for many years on the back of my bedroom door. Many decades have passed, but I owe a ‘thank you’ to GBT for the use of his characters. Also for the random and surprising discovery of The Doonesbury Chronicles in my public library in 1980 (next to Amphigorey, and collections by Charles Adams.) I repeatedly checked this volume out and mystified my friends with exclamations of “Heeeewack!” from time to time. Doonesbury was a formative part of my youth, and continues to help keep my mind suitably flexible as I meander on into old age. Keep ‘em coming, bro. I’m counting on you.
I am the mother of a disabled veteran of OIF. On behalf of thousands of military families, I want to thank you for never forgetting us. You keep our stories in the eyes and minds of a nation that would rather sweep us under the rug, or glorify what our loved ones have been through in order to perpetuate the same lies that led us into Iraq in the first place. You walk the walk, in the way suited to you. In doing so, you do us all a great service. I only wish even more people would read your strip. Perhaps it would help them to understand the challenges we face every day.
As an atheist who is also my family's celebrator-in-chief of Christmas (and the other holidays of our family's protestant/colonial tradition), I relish the irony of the current War on Christmas series. Most of my family are ecumenical Christians, and I see no reason to deprive them of the comfort, or myself of the joy, of Christmas. Having reached the status (somewhat uncomfortably, to be sure) of materfamilias, I will gladly hang the lights, decorate the tree, cook the turkey, and automate my aged mother's Christmas card list. Whyever not? If this is hypocrisy, then I accept the label. It seems to me that it would be ungenerous to force my unbelief on my family. I'm pretty sure that I'm in the majority here.
"Have you ever had to kill one?" Pitch perfect.
One of my lifetime best friends is a "Zonker." Laid back, the antithesis of mercenary, quick to help anyone in need, and not the least bit concerned about accumulating money. Like Zonker, he takes what life offers, smiles and moves on.
Roland's like Dorian Gray -- but every now and then we get a look at the picture in the attic.
"Have you ever had to kill one?" I drew in my breath at the genius of that line in its particular context. You're the best critic of our time.
I've enjoyed you strip for years, but todays subject matter -- Christians killing atheists -- was in such poor taste; the kind of deficient intellect that would dream that one up is not one I care to read anymore.
Not only is Roland married but unlike (most noticeably) Joanie and Mark and Bernie, in 35 years he has not aged a minute. That or the makeup people at Fox are doing a terrific job.
Well I'll be darned, who knew Roland Hedley was married?
A Christmas present! The return of the baby Jesus as played by a 40-watt light bulb!
It seems that the Honest Man is just discovering that if Momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
The Mayans are still very much here, in the millions. They've survived the catastrophes of colonization, disease and genocide and they've survived the hijacking of their calendar and spiritual traditions with good grace and minimal eye rolling. Now can we have a celebratory toast and commit to the next 5,000 years being better than the previous 500 here in the Indigenous lands of the Americas?
Not only are there millions of Mayans still speaking several kinds of Mayan, but One Laptop Per Child, Sugar Labs, and Rotary International are providing educational software to them in their own languages.
As a point of information for good old B.D., the Mayans are thriving today in large numbers in the Yucatan. They speak Mayan, not Spanish, and watch TV in their native language. Maybe they're not an empire anymore, but they are still with us, in the open, on their own terms. And Mayan is definitely not a dead language. I've read your strip for 41 years and love it more now.
Hunk-ra! Give us Hunk-ra! Only He of the Sword and Loincloth can lead us through the Mayan Apocalypse!
Re the "more guns" choice in the current Straw Poll: "Okay, this option's insane, but since some people actually think this way, we're including it." No one can accuse Doonesbury of a lack of frankness! Some respondents actually clicked on this option, so it was wise to include it. Not so wise for respondents to chose it.
Watching the little children's happiness in response to the music in today's video made my heart ache hard.
The "harmonic convergence" was predicted to start a 25-year process which would end this December. However, it wasn't a Mayan prediction, just like this "apocalypse" is not a Mayan prediction. If you want to ridicule it, go ahead, but the egg is purely on Western faces; don't try to flip it off to the "other."
The living Mayan calendar keepers had nothing to do with the "harmonic convergence." It was Jose Arguelles, an Italian interpreter, who came up with that. He died last year. The Mayans are being strategically removed from their homelands still, to this date -- and their long-lasting culture and wisdom doesn't need this nonsense. They are such beautiful people. They deserve some respect.