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It's interesting that today's strip was bowdlerized in the Stamford (CT) Advocate to exclude the last two frames, thereby avoiding the word "marijuana,' and replacing those images with a stretched-out version of the second panel.
So, with this week's strip we get to see Zipper bask in his uncle's glow of having set up his own private pot field. As opposed to seeing B.D. and Alex give him holy hell over the way he treated Toggle? Or seeing Zipper getting kicked out of college because his mom can't foot the bill in this recession and/or because the professors and administration finally have had enough of his crap? Isn't it time Zipper got the rude awakening he deserves, as far as finding out how much everyone hates him and being forced to fend for himself?
Nothing big to say -- just thank you, for your commitment, and for your wondrous sense of humor.
Forty years. Two wives, 18 cars, two motorcycles, countless jobs and re-locations, and one GBT. Thanks for making me laugh and think every day.
Play fair! I read today's strip, was immediately "hooked," and now must go back, way back -- maybe even to the beginning! Shame on you. I love your work.
Forty years worth of thank you! Thank you, and thank you again. With warm regards.
I am really enjoying the Sorkh Razil storyline. I've always liked Jeff as a slacker, but I like him so much more as the Red Rascal!
Thanks so much for the new format on the site. Loads faster, moves faster, easier to navigate. Looks great!
I love the site redesign!
I really can't find the words for how much I dislike the new format. Sunday strips compressed to an unreadable size. Confusing layout. Visually striking -- but not user friendly.
Has it really been 40 years? I have been enjoying your strip since it debuted in the Seattle papers. Now I enjoy a current on-line feed as well as the daily FLASHBACK dose. Thanks for the memories.
I can't believe I've been reading Doonesbury for 40 years. Sometimes you just make me feel so old! Happy birthday! And many, many happy returns...
I gotta say, I'm getting pretty tired of GT's portrayal of the Afghans being so relentlessly negative. Especially this whole line about the PR campaign of Jeff's being so wildly successful, when the truth is so much the opposite: The U.S. is having so much trouble "winning hearts and minds" precisely because the Afghan's aren't buying into the PR campaigns. They're looking around and seeing all the thousands upon thousands of dead innocents killed by U.S. airstrikes and other military actions.
And what's up with this whole "dancing boy" thing? Gotta throw in some weird homophobic reference to satirize Karzai? WTF? It's condescending, insulting, and not terribly funny. Doonesbury's humor has a lot to do with how close its satire is to the real world: this is nowhere near.
Congratulations on 40 years of consistently satirical, biting commentary on the state of our Union and the world in general. Doonesbury has been one of my never-miss strips since college, and I am now 59! All I can say is: "I hope we rock on for another 40!"
The dialogue in the final panel of today's strip confirms my opinion of GBT as the Voltaire of the 21st Century. When the Red Rascal uttered the line, "That is not our way. What else you got?", my heart leaped. Kudos and thanks to GBT for making many an otherwise-ordinary day in the life into a literary event.
Thanks for all 40 years -- insightful, funny, and often a more direct presentation of "what's current" than the networks. Thanks again!
After several weeks of Alex's self-centered angst, and Jeff's Robin Hood fantasies, yesterday's realistic, genuinely funny banter among B.D., Boopsie, and Sam at the breakfast table was a breath of fresh air.
Relax, folks. GBT is too smart to break up Alex and Leo. He knows that if he did, we'd all be making like peasants with pitchforks. He's just stretching out the suspense because he knows we love them so much. We're all looking forward to the wedding strips, Garry! Can't wait to see what kind of production Kim puts on, and how J.J. and Zeke will try (unsuccessfully, I'm sure) to create a scene and ruin everything. I'm sure Drew will be a lovely maid of honor.
I would not count on Mr. Trudeau to follow the wishes of his readers. If this were a series of sweetness and light vignettes then B.D. would still have two complete legs, Toggle/Leo would have both eyes, and Mike's divorce would never have taken place. What we get is life painted with brushes of varying breadth but never tinted rosy (except when we need to become more aware of breast cancer).
My mental plot plan for Jeff is that everyone thinks he is the Red Rascal, so that in an effort to keep up the charade he has to become the Red Rascal, for real. Like in The Postman, by David Brin.