Letters to the Editor
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What next?
So Steve Dallas has discovered Hillary. Gee whiz.
I guess the real subject is Rev Jeremiah Wright. The truth is that Wright isn't going to push Sen Obama into any political decisions. Hillary is just making use of this by resurrecting a dead horse.
The real question is what will President Obama do in the future.
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Conversation in a boat
Ah, the old comics trope of the philosophical conversation in a boat. Begun, I believe, by Walt Kelly in Pogo. I'm surprised that Berkeley Breathed managed to resist the temptation to put an amusing or honorific name on the boat, like Kelly used to do.
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I loved that Berkeley Breathed had the boat drifting off the shoreline of Dallas Texas.
Is it true that Vegan prostitutes never go hysterical? I heard that the patrons of a Vegan Lady only emasculates.
Boys get denuded.
Opus should hand list of Vegan names?
The established press can frequent them.
Hand out the Vegan Ladies business cards.
Flattered politicians, dems or repubs, could then frequent all of Opus's favorite Dallas Texan Vegan Ladies. It may make GOPS more human males. I bet Opus loves assertive Vegan Ladies.
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Pogo Possum
That was always a favorite of mine. Click on my name to go to their website.
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Hilary is old news
Time for "it" to go.
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Rev. Dr. Wright Opportunity (This cartoon is about the Rev. Dr. Wright)
Jeremiah Wright will be the big speaker at the Detroit NAACP Branch dinner on April 27. I would go, and I would try to get my local christianist broadcaster to go with be, but I will be out of Michigan that night, on a fool's errand.
Anyway... One of you Detroit Salonistas should go, and listen, and write up a piece for Salon. All Michigan movers/shakers will be there. This is a big deal for Obama. His Rev. will speak in a supportive environment, and get national attention. J. Wright has the talent to do a great job. Somebody should pay attention.
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My Good Mr. Celery
If you should run into a straight leg Veet Nam vet name of Sgt. Art, wouldja mind tellin' him to pop smoke. I'm inbound again from R&R. Got me a wax job down at the steam 'n cream, white sidewalls, and a poncho liner jacket says, "When I die, I know I'm goin' to heaven 'cuz I done my time in the big PX!"
I see Berkeley is still ripping off his betters. He has no shame.
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Welcome back.... today is the big Opus discount mattress sale?
Owen. Welcome home? Whatever that means. Heat Opus and Berk some l.e.r.p.s!
I hope Opus don't catch those Madagascar genital herpes from a mama spa pool.
Remember : The Long Range Recon ~ Recognizance Patrols were PNAC delights.
Use C-4 chunks to heat hot a dry, precooked, meatball, and spaghetti. Add water.
Just take a rubber army green canteen over to a b-52 crater and 'Drink Liberally'.
Add iodine tabs. Flavor water with strawberry Kool aid and cross into Cambodia.
G.O.
Be Harpy.
Merchants still honor Veterans on Memorial Day by selling used discount mattress.
Find a mistress who had a hysterectomy and Hope she visited G.I.'s with Bob Hope.
She'll love G.O.
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Um...
What? Focus, people. Focus.
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Hey Berk, don't know if you read the letter page...
But is there any chance we could hear form Cutter John on the state of the world at war any time in the near future?
Just curious, feelin' nostalgic, and hey if you read these letters, I'd love to see the old captain.
Perhaps if Opus runs on the Meadow Party Ticket, Cutter John could be a member of Enterpoop Veterans for Truth.
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Touchet Gene, I'm too focused, what it is.
I got a case of the Anxiety Stop-loss Syndrome, or nuther words, a case of the A.S.S. about this war.
Oh, I'm focused OK. Are you? That fuckin' penguin is 4-F. He never measured up in the short arm inspection department. His boss can't DEROS because he never went. I think that's his major malfunction. He's so lame he couldn't even get a job sucking cock in an off-post trailer park whorehouse down in Columbus, Ga.
Where the hell is Sparky, the REAL Penguin? When it comes to tellin' it like it is, Sparky will rip Opus's head off and skull fuck him.
Hoooo ahhaaaa!
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Maybe Berk will do a strip on military suicide rates
"An average of 18 military veterans kill themselves each day, and five of them are under VA care when they commit suicide, according to a December e-mail between top VA officials that was filed as part of the federal lawsuit." -- So sayeth the wire service.
Eighteen suicides a day. Chew on that. If there were eighteen suicides a day in our country's high schools, the news media would be shitting a ring around itself assigning "think-piece" packages. That fucking old vampire Larry King would host everybody from Dr. Phil to Phil Donahue to wring their hands and roll their eyes at this epidemic of suicides. Oh shit, oh dear, what CAN we do?
But 18 military veterans, some fresh from the war, some still trying to cope after GW I, Vietnam, Korea and even WWII, and what kind of media coverage does that staggering statistic get?
Fuckin' nothing. A press release.
Where's that decrepit old bomber jock, Johnny McCoin? You'd think with all the crocodile tears he sheds for his fellow veterans, (while opposing the new G.I. Bill), he would be beating his chest like King Kong trying to make this a campaign issue. No Vet Left Behind instead of Fuck Every Vet's Behind.
Even that PURE EVIL Santa Monica think tank, the RAND Corp., the Pentagon's contract "think-up-evil-shit" consultant, has put out an estimate that "300,000 U.S. troops — about 20 percent of those deployed — are suffering from depression or post-traumatic stress from serving in Iraq and Afghanistan."
So what do say, BERK? Are you going to finally grow a pair and draw some strips that actually deal with the cold shit that's raining down on us, or are you just going to continue to jack off in your own little pastel-colored world of useless, bland Sunday morning loath-to-offend-the-sheep strips?
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You want to start a national conversation, Berk?
One last "mad minute" here before I pull in the Claymores and sky up out of this LZ:
What about a national conversation on what the American people are really asking of our men and women on the ground in Iraq and Afghanistan?
Why don't you start it, Berk?
You have the medium of expression that puts your thoughts into the living rooms of millions of American homes every Sunday morning, where all the smug little sheeple in their bath robes, kiddies at their feet, loll away the best part of the day ignoring pools of congealing blood on the streets of Baghdad.
Opus is the Velveeta of comic strips.
Make them uncomfortable, just once. Make them look down at their Martha Stewart Eggs Benedict and think of a sucking chest wound.
Like William Burroughs, "Naked Lunch" make Americans look down at their self-satisfied plate full of denial and for once see what's really on the end of their fork.
That's all I'm sayin'.