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October 25, 2007
Artie "Executive" Branch
A day after her coming out party, Carmen meets up with what is apparently meant to be the hand of Fred Dalton Thompson (the Republicans' newest hope!) and she couldn't be GLAADer - because Mr. Thompson, unlike Mr. Huckabee or Mr. Obama to name a couple of can'tidates, is gay-marriage friendly.
Despite the warm, glowing, warming glow that Mr. Thompson emits, however, he still, aaaah, strikes her as, errrr, too, ummmm, Kennedy-esque, errr, and despite her latent affinity for clams, she's not buying the chowdah that Thompson is selling. No hope and no chowdah make Carmen go something something.
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p.s. As soon as the funds come in, I'll be working on translating the strips into Esperanto for those of you who have trouble following along in English.
Comments
p.p.s.: I kid! I kid!
Posted by: Sacki at October 25, 2007 10:39 AM
I assume Carmen says "Holy Reagan" because Stantis is not allowed to print "Holy Sh*t". So the obvious work around is to replace the word "sh*t" with a synonym.
PS - I just noticed that in the new lettering style, the letter "S" looks like it came from the logo of the band, KISS.
Posted by: John at October 25, 2007 11:51 AM
