Speed Bump by Dave Coverly for September 21, 2023

Because they probably do.

Bah. I yearn for the days of yore when men were men and sheep were scared. Or something like that.

Every generation Blames the one before And all of their frustrations Come beating on your door I know that I’m a prisoner To all my father held so dear I know that I’m a hostage To all his hopes and fears I just wish I could have told him in the living years

“It’s fine.”

But it’s a dry heat!

It’s too late to worry about climate change. Now we have to worry about climate breakdown.

Monty Python – Four Yorkshiremen…

You were lucky…

https://www.facebook.Com/watch/?v=645822483227810

I walked a mile to school hip deep in snow, uphill both ways. True story. Same distance to the church where I was an altar boy on Sundays.

When i was your age,we had to walk butt naked through 40 miles of snow – weird al yankovic.

Liar, liar pants on fire

I’ve heard of " Liar, liar , pants on fire " but the characters in this toon ………?

I thought this was supposed to be hell, but I guess it’s just extreme global warming.

“Stop complaining, or the AI Overlords will hear you.”

Pfff! Walk it off.

Quit griping! You chose to ‘live’ there!

Hey Dave! It was great to see your office door on Yaffle yesterday.

why is everybody on fire? :/

Reminds me of The Fireman by Joe Hill (Stephen King’s son. Happy 76th birthday today, Stephen King!).

“The goddess on the mountaintop/Was burning like a silver flame…”

And kids being born now may well be the last generation. But hey – we can’t do anything about it; that would harm the 1%’s bottom line!

But if there is still ice in the Arctic or the Antarctic how can there possibly be such a thing as “global warming”.

Each generation does have its own unique issues. Though being on fire all the time does pose some additional problems that previous generations haven’t had……

Oh c’mon! A little fire never hurt anyone!!

We used to have dial phones with curly cords, party lines, and operator assisted long distance service. Later, in 1970 I worked as a “directory assistance operator” for Los Angeles County, surrounded by paper ’telephone books’ to flip through while answering calls from the entire country. Hearing people try to pronounce California city names was fun. My favorite is Atascadero; ‘ata-scata-roo’.

How many homes still have a telephone directory?

If everyone had hot flashes all the time. Flame on!

“I am the God of Hellfire…”