George S. | Tequesta, FL | April 02, 2017
I believe it's time for Roland to don his safari gear and undertake a lonely and dangerous trek inside the president's brain. This time, instead of the impenetrable morass of Reagan, he will encounter a clear complex of roadways consisting of one-way streets.
Alex | Brooklyn, NY | April 02, 2017
From today's strip, I surmise a new subset of the Bechdel Test: "A work must feature at least two women, these women must talk to each other, and their conversation must concern something other than Donald Trump."
Laurette Tuckerman | Paris, FRANCE | April 02, 2017
Concerning today's Doonesbury family lunch: Back in the golden days when we were all so sure that Clinton would win, I would say "What on earth will we all talk about after the election? I predict many silent dinner parties and greatly increased productivity as people stop obsessing about politics on the web and Facebook." Well, that's one post-election question we didn't have to answer.
Melinda Capozza | Augusta, GA | March 30, 2017
Today's strip is such a laugh out loud moment -- for those of us who are introspective, of course. Thank you, Garry.
Aaron | Washington, D.C. | March 30, 2017
Having the dirty energy dirty tricks lobby back in power in D.C. takes me back to the good old days of the Reagan era (which I read about but wasn't alive for) when James Watt was the Secretary of the Interior. Dick Davenport tried to get a meeting to talk to him about birds, but was rejected as an environmental extremist. "But I'm a moderate!" "Oh, that's different. What oil company are you with, sir?"
Chris W. | US of A | March 29, 2017
One has to wonder why Mike and J.J. were ever together in the first place, much less why they stayed together for so long. One never gets the sense that they enjoy a single moment spent in each other's presence. They have no common interests. B.D. and Boopsie spend almost all their time together and actively participate in each other's lives. J.J. is obviously just getting revenge on the man who stole her mother away, and Mike doesn't seem to have wanted more than a little "Miss Robinson," i.e. a younger, cuter version of Joannie. But youth and cuteness don't last very long. Even Joannie and Rick have shared interests and reasons to enjoy each other's company.
Craig Cyr | Langley, WA | March 29, 2017
Given your penchant for drawing the White House in your strips about presidents, I thought you would like to see this article: It brings back memories of the wall around the White House that you drew back in the Nixon days.
MIKE AND J.J.
Steve Miracle | Wadsworth, OH | March 28, 2017
I can't believe Trudeau learned nothing from the '70s. All Mike and J.J. have to do is have a Pina Colada.
Edward Cherlin | Columbus, IN | March 25, 2017
The pseudo-sciences have failed to explain the success of the sciences, and as far as I can tell, Trump. For him, you need fact-based conspiracy theories.
HUMANITY IN ACTION
Grant H. | Hamilton, CANADA | March 25, 2017
I highly recommend The Pogo Step-Mother Goose. His characters and drawings perfectly fit Alice in Wonderland, which I increasingly see as a pretty accurate representation of humanity in action, and far from being some irrelevant children's tale. And this is after buying the massive two volume set of the original newspaper Pogo.
Melinda Capozza | Augusta, GA | March 25, 2017
I remember the Pogo strip where one of the characters says, "We have met the enemy and he is us." How appropriate, especially after this last Presidential election.
Steve Miracle | Wadsworth, OH | March 25, 2017
I like today's strip on the pseudo-sciences. I've known for years that the dinosaurs did not go extinct due to a meteoric impact, but rather as a result of bad financial planning.
Ronald | North Little Rock, AR | March 24, 2017
When it comes to Nicole, Mike "did not have sexual relations with that woman." He was grappling with the idea of an affair, that's all, and it was Nicole's idea that they go away together. So where does J.J. get off calling him an "adulterer"? Suddenly the mere act of thinking about adultery, of "lusting in one's heart," equals adultery? Who is she, Jimmy Carter? And, irony of ironies, we of course know that J.J.'s the one who'll eventually commit adultery.
Stephen Whiteley | Chatham, VA | March 23, 2017
I grew up on Walt Kelly and his collections. Mr. Trudeau is to this generation what Mr. Kelly was to his. My blessings on them both.
JACK ACID SOCIETY
Ed Cherlin | Columbus, IN | March 22, 2017
It isn't just Walt Kelly's poem The Prince of Pompadoodle that is spot on for Trump, the Koch brothers, and many others, but the book that contains it: The Jack Acid Society Black Book, by Pogo (as told to Walt Kelly). It parodies the John Birch Society's Blue Book and its annual White Book. A while back I wrote about it here.
Fred Jessett | Bellevue, WA | March 21, 2017
I'm glad to hear Pogo quoted once again. I wish Walt Kelly was still here. I wonder what swamp critter he would have chosen to represent Trump... I'm thankful we have Doonesbury to help us stay sane.
Matthew Wood | Spokane, WA | March 21, 2017
I'm also thinking a lot about Walt Kelly these days. For me, it's his paranoid Prince of Pompadoodle that leaps to mind.
Maryhelen Posey | Calgary, CANADA | March 21, 2017
I am grateful for the BLOWBACK post about Walt Kelly, which inspired me to go and discover that reprints of practically all of his books are finally available! Where to start?
Shooshi Roberts | Dallas, TX | March 21, 2017
I am actually laughing out loud. That was hilarious! I'm talking about Trff: "I'd throw him out of an airplane, sir." Oh man, who knew that Trff would rise again? It just goes to show that the swamp is alive with monsters you thought were long gone. I'm reminded of a little verse by Walt Kelly, on the frontispiece of The Pogo Stepmother Goose from the 1950s, accompanied by those ink drawings of monstrous shadows as only Kelly could do:
The gentle journey jars to stop.
The drifting dream is done.
The long gone goblins loom ahead;
The deadly, that we thought were dead,
Stand waiting, every one.
Some things just stick with you. Oh, throw him out of an airplane, indeed!