The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for July 13, 2021

We cannot even get the paper in our neighborhood anymore…

I give you fair warning Bert. DO NOT Bogart the sports page.

We have a local weekly that had, until its parent was bought by Gannett, really become what the cartoon implies. It used to contain actual local news, written by an actual reporter assigned to cover town affairs, but then they just slashed expenses to the bone, evidently as part of the effort to sell the company. Now that the deal has gone through, the quality is markedly better, though its definition of local has, shall we say, broadened. Now we get articles about regional affairs written by reporters with a different byline. It’s still relevant to us, just less immediate in most cases. And the coverage of purely local issues like Town Meeting has changed. It is now presented without any narrative or description of debate; as an abstract prepared by the Town Manager’s Office.

Every so often, the local paper leaves a sample issue on my driveway. I hang on to it for when my car drips a bit of oil.

The fresh daily delivery is great …

But they have to have their own people do the installation.

When will we be able to refuse receiving junk mail in our mailbox?

About all today’s are worth

Agnes would say this is National cage liner Day, this comic and bound & gagged next to each other on my page.

Must be the 1950s.

No $#!%.

Perhaps it’ll get lined with the Editorial page like in Today’s Bound and Gagged?

Fresh cage liner delivered. That has to be worth hundreds of dollars a year.

The soy ink should be pet friendly.

I put some of our local newspaper in the bird cage and our bird puked. He got tired of reading all the liberal crap and the lies and made him ill.

When I had a pet bird, I lined his cage with the new auto section. I wanted him to have the same privileges as the “outside” birds.

Waiting for a millennial to post “What is the cylindrical thing the kid is tossing?”

a rerun.

And it appears to have been delivered just in time.

How jaded we’ve become. Every day, 6 days a week, an agent of the federal government personally stops by your house or business on the off chance that you might want to send a birthday card to Grandma somewhere — anywhere! — in America. And then, for about half a buck (1/10 the price of the card itself), she’s reading it a couple of days later. Why is this not absolutely mind-blowing?

We used to have a good big city (San Jose) daily paper. Our pet peeve was that they delivered us the Peninsula edition but our kids’ high school was in the neighboring town and only covered by the Metro edition, so we never got the articles about our kid’s sports or academic awards unless I snagged a copy at work. The weekly local town paper also came, but it had the same problem, covering only schools within the city boundaries even though 1/4 of the town was in the school district of the next town. The big city paper shrank and became useless so we stopped subscribing. The local paper still has decent coverage and our kids are long gone from the area so that doesn’t matter.

Why do I feel guilty when my packer says, “paper or plastic” no matter my choice?

I got a notice in the mail saying I’ll receive a paper daily for 6 months! It’s been over 3 years and they keep on coming. LOL

From “Love At First Bite”, “Count Dracula : Only in America! Plastic disposable bodies! It’s like a supermarket!”

Hmmm, this is a great metaphor for something, but what…..

Two creatures ripped from their tropical paradise, taken away from family and friends, and imprisoned in a cage for the rest of their life, freedom and autonomy and pursuit of self interests severely restricted, and yet, brainwashed into thinking they have it made and rejoice their captors and system of oppression.

When the paper goes digital, they’ll have to put their tablet on the floor of the cage.

No paper delivered to me since January 2019! Only on computer!

This one’s really funny!

That is because you went to public school and cannot read…