Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for March 02, 2012

Watching the commission go bye-bye.

Red Rascal Rapon iTunes now!

Here sir, let me show you what we have in suitable trailer park accomidations

At least he’s home burning money and not in Kabul burning Qurans.

A really bizarre strip, I dig it.

The terrorists followed Ray home a few years ago. Nothing to worry about, they couldn’t even figure out how to use toilets.

Can I interest you in some nice bomb, flood, and scourge insurance?

Not a first-tier realtor, I notice – he’s driving a minivan (suburban realtor), not a Mercedes (Beverly Hills realtor). He should have qualified his client up front, not wait until now – but then, that wouldn’t have made for an interesting arc, would it…

The terrorists are VERY easy to shake. But they have fiendishly clever disguises. Little girls on bikes. Mailmen. Soccer moms.

I was thinking, “Now Mr. Broker will abandon thoughts of a sale.” A second later, I thought, “In today’s climate, why would he?” (Or maybe things really have changed for the better . . .

Folk Hero. Now THAT’s a nice one. Of course some beliefs are more useful than others.

@ Potrzebie

“The terrorists followed Ray home a few years ago. Nothing to worry about, they couldn’t even figure out how to use toilets.”

That episode was good for a laugh to relieve us from Ray’s truly frightening paranoid dreams. But with Jeff, the situation is different.

Aghanistan is no longer a plausible theater for Red Rascal’s shenanigans, so GBT apparently has decided to let Jeff do battle with the no less shadowy Homeland Security. The real estate agent is probably in touch with HS already (maybe he’s a converted terrorist himself).

“You want to follow Sorkh Razil home? You’re new at this, aren’t you?”

How about “best selling author”? Folk heroes are notoriously broke.

Hey, Portland (OR), Chicago, L.A. and vicinity, Ft Worth/Dallas, Detroit, soooo many places where the “terrorists” are home grown and MORE likely to blow you away, the Red Rascal isn’t much of a draw.

“… Batman, Bob Dylan …”

Yeah Gato, Dylan ain’t broke.