For the first time in about three weeks, I started to read the comments and was about 10 seconds into them before the Boys Club of 12-years old hijacked the comments with the usual lame and childish jokes about flatulence, goats, et. al. Think I’ll skip this from here on out. Bye.
Juvenile? I think not. I suppose we’re all entitled to an opinion. I just get weary of the carping and nitpicking. It’s comics, for pete sakes. A form of entertainment. Short of the Crimestoppers panel, not real life. Just enjoy the ride.
At one time I worked for a great boss who had a simple philosophy: if you come to me with a kvetch, you’d better have a solution. Same fella’ said, if you see a problem, you own it.
Fine. Bye-bye. Some of you guys really need a life.