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November 16, 2006
I Brought My Pencil, Give Me Something to Write On
While on the way into the Shrubville complex today, I noticed that the local Boys & Girls Club announcing a very special guest appearance at the facility, Heavyweight Champion Michael Moorer.
I thought to myself, it's not cool to make fun of the dude just because he's sloth-like. I also wondered why in the world this snake-oil salesman was being allowed to work with impressionable young children.
At that point, maybe a minute after seeing the announcement and processing the above thoughts, I realized I was thinking of Michael Moore, the left-wing stooge filmmaker instead of Michael Moorer, the left-wing boxing champ.
In any case, I reckon the kids are better off learning from the pugilist than the pseudo-documentarian. Gorilla Monsoon > guerilla filmmaking.
I suppose what I'm really getting at is that given a chance to take a position from his bully pulpit, Stantis doesn't bust chops and dithers that "I can't really say what kind of parent Madonna is." Sure you can, and it would've been more admirable if it was said. With that in mind, I give today's strip a D-.
