I can only speak for myself, but I don’t hate people who voted for Trump; I just don’t want anything to do with them, because they are either mean-spirited themselves, or else extremely gullible.
I’ve been known to make snide and snarky comments here, but usually about Janis, because I find her so unlikeable. However, I can’t see ridiculing a fellow reader for sharing something from their personal life, especially when it’s fairly remarkable AND related to the strip. So, thanks for sharing, Da’ Dad, and get a life, John Smith.
I was referring to the people who support Trump because they fear Biden would make us a socialist/communist nation, which may or may not be a bad thing, but is a ridiculous notion.
They’ve got Joe Biden mixed up with Joe Stalin.
At this point, I wouldn’t even care if that were true. Trump is a raging cancer on the country, maybe on humanity as a whole, whereas all Joe’s sins and faults combined, real and imagined, amount to no more than a mild head cold in comparison.
I am pretty well-read, but in 72.5 years on this planet I had never encountered the word “cultivar” until today. Thanks, Sedgie.
Broke his neck in a fall while trying to placekick a football.
Pants are the trousers he wears OUTSIDE his skivvies, underpants, or boxer shorts. I was going to say knickers, but apparently that refers only to women’s panties in England.
Sixty-six years later, I can still feel the pain of losing my grip on the string of the gorgeous swirly-colored helium balloon I got at a neighborhood fair and watching it rise up, up and forever away against the moonlit September night sky. Had I lost an ice cream simultaneously, I think I would have tried to kill myself.
What is this, the freaking Weather Channel? Nobody gives a flying foxbat what the temperature is where you are.