Frazz by Jef Mallett for March 19, 2019

“What is this word ‘ubiquitous’? You see it everywhere!”

Google it! Whassa matter U ?

Didn’t realize comics could say hell?

I love how kids take “turns of phrase” literally, and get frustrated trying to make sense of them. LOL

It’s only another name for the Death Valley.

Look for the road that’s paved with good intentions.

To my knowledge, it’s close to Washington DC.

It’s an nice word for “H*E*L*L” . I lived in Las Vegas for 18 months. To me, it IS the road to perdition. And if you think I don’t know what I’m talking about, hubby was in law enforcement. The underbelly is as seedy as you might think and worse.

Just down the road from Barstow, kid…

The Road to Perdition is the very last Hope/Crosby movie.

According to Google Maps, it’s NOWHERE on Earth.

Language!

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The amazing thing is that he is looking at a paper map. I didn’t know any kids knew how to use one anymore.

If this had been Non Sequitur (in any medium other than GoComics), this would be the last strip you’d ever see, because the neo-Puritans would’ve been overcome with stick-up-the-assedness at a terribly, horribly, shockingly offensive word!

Just outside of Cleveland. More American astronauts come from Ohio than any other state. What is it about that place that makes people want to leave the planet?

Do yourself a favor and find a copy of the graphic novel “Road to Perdition.” Thank me later.

You just got to eat at the dam site inn

Comes with the territory.

But no one complains about Hell, Michigan. Isn’t THAT interesting??

See – you can be subtle and funny

yes

“Where the hell is perdition?” – That’s awesome.

Classic. “Where the hell is perdition?” should be a t-shirt.

One last question; Where the perdition is hell?

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When I was in the 4th grade, I fell in love with Nevada. This was based entirely on the fact that I was assigned to do a report on it, and I mailed a letter to the state Chamber of Commerce or Tourism Bureau or some such, and they actually MAILED ME SOME STUFF BACK. A lot of stuff. When you’re a fourth-grader, and it’s 1971, and you get a big pile of mail, that’s exciting enough. I don’t think stuff like brothels or the mob or even casinos got a whole lot of mention in those materials or in my report. Eventually I lost track of, or at least lost interest in, Nevada’s charms.

Much later, I would be invited to take part in a reality show/adventure race called the Nevada Passage. I think what it really was, was a brilliant marketing idea to make a long infomercial for Nevada tourism that resort TV would pay for rather than charge for. Ten 2-person teams competed in six different cities mostly in the middle of nowhere, in mostly TV-friendly yet quirky and challenging events. There was a human-powered vehicle race through a speed trap on a really long, flat, remote highway; a race with railroad handcarts; a profoundly short attempt at not-quite-bull riding (the less impressive sounding range cow, which, for the record, is still an effectively large dose of pissed-off beef that doesn’t want you there); a mountain bike-trail run relay; an auto race; and an odd Jet Ski-swim relay. The events were fun, but it was the terrain that grabbed me. Anyway, I fell in love with Nevada all over again. Then, waiting for my evening flight home, I spent the day in Vegas, which was profoundly not to my taste, but I wasn’t put off enough to forget that the rest of Nevada really is a beautiful state. That is part of a beautiful region that extends into other states. You just have the time and will to travel a long way through a whole lot of nothing to get from one part to another.

And if there isn’t a bunch of trails or walls somewhere out there called Perdition, there really ought to be.

In at least one video game Las Vegas was called Perdition or was it Los Angeles? Not sure.

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