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August 24, 2005
CJo Held Hostage, Day Three: Mirth N' Girth
No folks, I'm not talking about the controversial portrait of Chicago Mayor Harold Washington, the one that caused former alderman, Black Panther and current U.S. Representative Bobby Rush to violate an artist's First, Fourth and Fourteenth Amendment rights. Why would I want to bring that up? I'm not here to talk about the abuses of liberty the liberals claim (emptily) to defend. Nor am I talking about any sort of slap and tickle position that I'd like to share with you.
I'm here at Shrubville to talk about the delightful 3-panel Prickly City strip in today's newspaper, available at fine bookstores and newstands near you. The minimalism - do you see it? It's all there in black and white. Spare dialogue and excess wit. No Jerry Bruckheimer-produced color necessary. No, my friends, if this were a movie, this would be "Modern Times", taking a bite out of society, a society that's gone increasingly fat, limp and stale, their hearts and waistlines growing ever bigger and more likely to explode, their hair falling out due to poor circulation, the sight of their feet a mere memory from bygone days of youth when they could see anything lower than their beltbuckle, a beltbuckle also being a distant image from the past, as now there are no belt buckles big enough to fit and they must wear suspenders, if those are indeed even necessary seeing how even the slackest pair of trousers gives a snug fit to their ever increasing girth. But hey, at least fat people are jolly.
Comments
fat people are *supposed to be* jolly. i've seen more than my share who certainly weren't, and became even more surly on pointing that out to them.
Posted by: speedyhed at August 26, 2005 12:46 PM
