I saw a ducky and a horsie…
Now I want to see how BCN team would deal with Mardi Gras.
First they came for the Communists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Communist
Then they came for the Socialists
Because I was not a Socialist
Then they came for the trade unionists
Because I was not a trade unionist
Then they came for the Jews
Because I was not a Jew
Then they came for me
And there was no one left
To speak out for me
German Lutheran Pastor Martin Niemöller, 1946
Jennyanydots, AKA The Gumbie Cat could. She keeps her mice in line. Sort of like Baba Mouse.
I am getting a sort of
Rocky Horror Picture Show
vibe from today’s strip.
There’s A Light
Over at the BCN Place…
Leonard Cohen from Anthem:
Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in
Siegfried, in the Nibelungen, is not quite immortal, for a leaf fell on his back whilst he was bathing in the Dragon’s blood, and that spot which it covered is mortal. And so it always is. There is a crack in every thing God has made.
Sufi teacher, philosopher, and poet Rumi said, “The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” This is true. For being brokenhearted can bring you into that realization that you’re indeed is a human being — fragile and vulnerable; an earthen vessel that can crack and shatter, in one blow of the hand of life. And you have no other choice but to endure the pain and mend and heal your broken heart and spirit, until you are ready to face the world again.
I dunno, but Tommy’s name is Admiral Thomas Whiskerstache. He has a Facebook page.
“He came from Providence.
The one in Rhode Island.
Where the Old World shadows hang
Heavy in the air.
He packed his hopes and dreams(in a trunk?)
Like a refugee…"
Somewhere there is a Pink Floyd reference here.
Is Elvis on the Dark Side Of The Moon?
Maybe when Elvis knocks over the canisters Ma’am can do a Clare Torry from The Great Gig In The Sky .
Torry finally got to share songwriting credits with Rick Wright for her vocalizations.
Puck:Each evening, from December to December,
Before you drift to sleep upon your cot,
Think back on all the tales that you remember
Ask ev’ry person if he’s heard the story,
And tell it strong and clear if he has not,
That once there was a fleeting wisp of glory
Called Eat-A-Lot .
Now say it out with pride and joy!
Yes, Eat-A-Lot, my boy!
Where once it never rained till after sundown,
By eight a.m. the morning fog had flown…
Don’t let it be forgot
That once there was a spot
For one brief shining moment that was known
(Apologies to, well, everybody, but especially Lerner and Loewe)
I found BCN when Three Steps Over Japan posted an interview with Georgia Dunn. He was doing interviews with comic strip creators on one of his websites or blogs.