Bloom County by Berkeley Breathed for November 02, 2021

“Tell him yourself.”

I think it’s hilarious that even in curlers and a housecoat, Mrs. Dallas still wears sunglasses.

earlier in this plot line he asked how many marriages dad had (4) sort of implying he was still around. of course all this negates the wonderful line when he was dressed for a tess turbo music video “Hymie, part the car and come kiss your son the sex gargoyle hello”

Giggle, he actually thinks there’s only gonna be one nag today… ☺

“Sure, Ma. Do you know his name?”

I figure I’m making a short stop in limbo, followed by one in purgatory before I end up in hell

In life you have two options, stay well or get sick; if you get sick you have two options, get better of die; if you die you have two options, go to heaven or go to hell; if you go to heaven all your problems are solved. If you go to hell you will be so busy shaking hands with friends you won’t have time to worry.

A mini reunion. Party time!

Hey momma

Look at me

I’m on the way to the promised land

I’m on the highway to hell

No worries Steve…. heaven and hell are both made up constructs to scare the gullible and control the fearful.

Far too many people are so scared of death (or perhaps it’s life they fear) that they have to make up a “life after death” as something to look forward too. The reality goes like this — “What happens to a person after death? Same as happens to a mosquito after swatting.”

Why would anyone admit to being so ignorant as to believe in any of that malarkey about heaven or hell or gods or devils or chose to worship a device of agonizing torture as a symbol for their religion. Such death cults are an abomination and deserve to be mocked for the foolishness that they are.

Go home, Ma. You belong with Dad….