Bloom County by Berkeley Breathed for January 30, 2023

Good grief! Poor Rosebud.

Now I want a Pop-Tart, too.

I like the Winnie the Pooh reference, right there in the middle.

So this was before the big reveal that Rosebud is actually a bitc… er, girl?

This is how legends get started.

SO, do the numbskulls pushing us to war with Russia over the Ukraine know these lessons? Yes. That is why they are pushing us to war.

“Right, " said Fred, “Both of us togetherOne each end and steady as we go.”Tried to shift it, couldn’t even lift itWe was getting nowhereAnd so we had a cuppa tea and

“Right, " said Fred, “Give a shout for Charlie.”Up comes Charlie from the floor belowAfter strainin’, heavin’ and complainin’We was getting nowhereAnd so we had a cuppa tea

And so we had a cuppa tea and“Right, " said Fred, “Have to take the wall downThat there wall is gonna have to go.”Took the wall down, even with it all downWe was getting nowhereAnd so we had a cuppa tea

And Charlie had a think, and he said, “Look, FredI’ve got a sort of feelin’If we remove the ceilingWith a rope or two we could drop the blighter through.”

“All right, " said Fred, climbing up a ladderWith his crowbar gave a mighty blowWas he in trouble, half a ton of rubble landed on the top of his domeSo Charlie and me had another cuppa teaAnd then we went home- “Right Said Fred” by Bernard Cribbins.

Shades of Laurel and Hardy (I think).

One of them: “It’s no use. We’ll never get this piano in the house.”

The other: “In? I thought we were trying to get it out.”

Ah, but a man’s… er, basselope’s reach should exceed his grasp, or what’s a heaven for?

Fixating on his pop tart addiction, the author created an artificial and utterly improbable dilemma for his “basselope” character. And so it goes….