I see what you're doing there. A few weeks ago, Roland seemed actually to twig to Trump's crooked agenda. Now his tweets reveal what's really going on: even @realRBH can't put lipstick on a pitbull anymore. #TheTruthIsOutThere

*Spellings from R. S. Grumet, 1981

Thanks for taking us back to the Loma Prieta earthquake with this week's storyline. There have been so many disasters since, one forgets.

I love today's Persuasions video. Frank Zappa was a fan, and produced an album called "Frankly Acappella," where they performed his music!

I just turned 50 years old a few weeks ago. As an individual whose parents did not encourage television, when I was still in elementary school I found Doonesbury -- a comic I still enjoy, both in the newspaper and in the books I own. Your work is wonderful! And Uncle Duke is in the dollhouse I built and decorated on my own. Fare thee well.

I presume that Mr. Butts knows that what he's saying is right-wing Reaganite propaganda. In which case it doesn't make much sense for him to be spewing it to the one entity(?) in the world who more than anyone else knows just how true it isn't.

Good to see that GBT was (in the guise of Mr. Jay) the voice of calm rationality vis-à-vis pleasure drugs. The contrast with the blustering prohibitionist (and tobacco propagandist) Mr. Butts was (and still is) illuminating. Butts may be right in one narrow way; given that Prohibition makes pot and the rest of the pleasure drugs more available to kids than liquor, pot may actually be a "gateway" to booze.

Trump not funny? Maybe not intentionally. But pointing out his absurdities in GT's incomparable way is what many of us fans live for!

To paraphrase yesterday's Say What? Trump quote: "While in the Philippines I was forced to confront reality, which I have not done in months, and again realized how bad, and fake, it is. Loser!" Please keep punching. Looking back, via the Doonesbury Flashbacks page, anyone can see how you keep on a theme for multiple strips. It's an education in recent history.

Yesterday we saw Mr. Jay pinch out his smoking tip, but in today's strip, Duke is sucking that end...

I've looked at your old comics online; they used to be funny. Please make a new type of comic not involving Trump, because whenever I read the comics Sunday morning it's not funny anymore.

I loved today's strip -- but you forgot about the further comment Obama made that night, one I think we will all live to regret: "Say what you will about Mr. Trump, he certainly would bring some change to the White House." Sigh...

It seems that Mark Slackmeyer has identified the exact historical moment when reality was changed by one Obama joke too many, moving the presidential spotlight onto Donald Trump, where it was captured and held, for no light can escape a centre of gravity as vast and dense as his ego.

Right on, Mark! It's Obama's fault that Republicans can't pass TrumpDon'tCare, or The 2017 Tax Cut Cut Cut Cut Bill, or bring back coal, or build the darn wall. It's his fault that the Mueller investigation and the Congressional investigations and the media investigations won't go away. It's his fault that the White Supremacists are outing themselves. And worst of all, it's Obama's fault that the Supreme Court is about to declare partisan gerrymandering unconstitutional, and there are Democratic challengers to tens of thousands of Republicans for the midterms, far more than in the Tea Party wave. Thanks, Obama!

So, within the strip's universe, even the cops can see, and touch, Mr. Butts? Seriously, I do not get how this stuff works...

Well, it looks like the 1989 strips were written by a stoner, but the Mudline is still excellent! Thanks.

Re today's video about the online harassment of women: Here's a simple test for all the brave, anonymous e-mailers as to whether your comment is appropriate or not. If your message was addressed to your mother, sister, wife, aunt, grandmother, would you still press the "send" button?

If Roland and the "live drug bust" was intended to be a parody of Geraldo Rivera, it was a good one: such a true picture.

Mama is right in a way -- it is those darn kids, raised on who knows what. Roboclad jump-out squads, somehow content to be a force that only needs to be pointed at a target, no need for cogitation. A prescient look at the late-teens 21st Century.