…of course, if the populace is a bunch of dunces, what are the alternatives?
And Heathcliff is quickly becoming the patron saint (or at least patron cat) of Surrealism. With a little help from Dunlap’s Ol’ Non-Stick Maple Syrup (“It’s Slippericious!“)
We’re just going to have to let you go, you little moron.
…or at least until Judge Pissypants starts in on his book critic…
…and what kind of Old English/Old Norse/Old Fuddy-Duddy storyteller would I be if I didn’t resolve this cliffhanger?
And then twerk tweak it a little more:
Still, all good things must come to an end…
Val and Co.’s voyage continues, with time for him to reflect…
…I’d sit down one day and try to figure out why, when I mash Archie comics, they come out filthy. A devious attempt to subvert the wholesome youth of the 50s? A pathetic cry to return to those carefree, asexual days?
But then, I think to myself, “It’s not worth worrying about.”
Anyway, if I didn’t put a smarmy spin on it, any number of the jolly folks over at The Comics Curmudgeon would!
…I can’t not vote for him, and they shouldn’t publish photos like this.
Or, in the world of Mary Worth, Clinton to Smif to Hahn. Best just to see the evolution.
The original strip:
Which led to a long discussion at The Comics Curmudgeon that “Hillary Clinton” couldn’t possibly fit on the banner behind her, and speculation as to what it might actually say. When “Hill Person” was proposed, CC’s Écureuil Écumant came up with the fer real ‘n’ true portrait:
And I eventually sniffed out the other possibility — violinist Hilary Hahn (yesIknowthefirstname’smisspelledsosueme):
Thanks, EE!
READ Prince Valiant. GAZE with the greatest admiration at the panels — beautifully drawn, beautifully colored, the last bastion of classic newspaper comic art.
Okay, snicker like an adolescent at this…
From Crimestoppers Notebook!
And snarky pets everywhere!
