Bloom County 2019 by Berkeley Breathed for February 14, 2016

Rock on, BB.

The man has no fear.

When i was younger and i left home i had to put up with mid-west people making crude and insulting jokes about me being from California.Considering some of the responses to recent comics by Mr. Breathed i would say that is the old case of being able to shovel it but not being able to take it.Learn to laugh at what you are. Then you can’t be insulted.

Looks like they (whom ever they be) got under his skin in a big way. Hmmmm……

Looks like coffee isn’t doing Bill much good…

Is Bill keeping the coffee warm? Yikes!

Please, can’t we all get along…

What’s he doin’ with that french pressy thing? Isn’t it for mashing potatoes?

My times in the midwest taught me that there are folks who want to succeed, show that they are not the stereotype people think, and are just as prone to looking down their nose at “others” as everybody else.

That was a joke. I have one.

I lived in Central Wisconsin for four-and-a-half years in the mid-1980s. During that time, I tried lutefisk. Once. For those who have never heard of it, the legend is that enemies of the Vikings poured lye into barrels containing the Vikings’ cod fish. The Vikings ate it and decided they liked it. The finished product I ate — a few bites — looks like cloudy, gray jello. There are people of Scandinavian stock in the Wisconsin/Minnesota region who just love the stuff, and there are lutefisk festivals at different times in the region.

Probably the best line I ever saw about lutefisk was in the letters section of an issue of “Newsweek” years ago. It was in response to an article about the Scandinavian-American regions of the USA. One sentence in the article described lutefisk as a rubbery, repulsive dish. The responding letter protested, saying lutefisk is NOT rubbery.

If I remember correctly, lutefisk is a Danish delicacy—pickled fish left until it starts to decompose, at which point it is ready to be eaten. I’m not kidding. However, it does inspire people to great acts of generosity—you can have my share.

And fish eyeballs.

When I was a kid here in Virginia, we used to tell the following joke: “Why don’t they have ice cubes in West Virginia?”“The guy with the recipe died!”

There are jokes about people from every cranny & corner of the globe and the country. Some are even told by the very objects of derision. Witness the humor of Jeff Foxworthy.

Why does the spit take, properly executed, continue to be funny? Even coming from a penguin?

Agreed.

Is Bill going for the coffee enema aficionado vote?

Any of the Culturally Deprived out there ever tried the ancient Roman favorite, garum? No? Lutefisk sissies!I love it when BB fires his shotgun; the assembly doesn’t know what to do….

Today’s cartoon made as much sense as the current political races