Richard's Poor Almanac by Richard Thompson for December 13, 2021

I was gonna say B.C. has it right, but I think they all do.

Billy is now a father himself. Or at least an uncle. BC on thinks that because his creator and the creators artistic heirs are fundagelicals.

For the record, Sylvester’s appetite was not solely for Tweetie Birds. Over the years he pursued an assortment of mice (including but not limited to Speedy Gonzalez), fish, and baby kangaroos (or the same baby kangaroo multiple times), and was perfectly happy with canned cat food (provided the resident mouse, however, was not in possession of the only can opener). He was also not above late night smörgåsbord from trash cans.

(For that matter, Tweetie Pie’s first pursuers were Babbit and Catstello rather than Sylvester; you might argue that Tweetie wasn’t Tweetie yet, being pink rather than yellow, but “A Tale of Two Kitties” (1942) contained the first utterance of “I tot I taw a puddy tat!”)

“I’m a chicken hawk! And I eat CHICKENS!” – Henery Hawk (often overlooked, but one of my favorites)

Awkward repeat of an ephemeral critique.

Besides, I’d kinda like to have heard Galactus at my graduation….