Bloom County by Berkeley Breathed for December 12, 2012

I must’ve dreamed a thousand dreamsBeen haunted by a million screams…..

Oh Superman where are you nowWhen everything’s gone wrong somehowThe men of steel, the men of powerAre losing control by the hour.

His “Dr. Denton’s” go from backwards to frontwards.

The Dispatcher of Nightmares and Anxieties (a bureau of the Department of Health and Human Services in those days) claims that he as an officer of a federal agency never makes mistakes; true enough; he just delivered the presidential anxieties to Binkley (and vice versa) as the paperwork indicated. It was all the fault of some temp in the typing pool who got the addresses mixed up coming and going to her morning coffee break on a bleak wintry day in D.C. — And Now You Know!

Binkley’s nightmare must have poked RR in the rump, eh?Talking of temps, I wondered how ‘Kelly Girls’ could handle it.

That is their spin on things.

Be careful what you wish for, Mr. President, because you just might get it. I am sure JFK, for one, would rather have had a giant purple snorklewacker instead of Fidel in his closet of anxieties…

I love the last panel in this one.

I wonder if the bed in the master bedroom at 1600 really has the Presidential Seal on the foot board….

Ol’ Ronnie running around in a Superman costume. Losing control by the hour. Yep.

The other day upon the stairI met a man who wasn’t there.He wasn’t there again today.Oh, how I wish that he would go away.

soooooooooooo….. Theres only one strip?

Limp-wristed conservative? That’s a new one fer moi!