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Monday, 05 May 2008


I've always enjoyed Doonesbury too though his politics are not mine. But how is he reacting to internecine war in the Democratic party? Temperamentally he'd be inclined to the young, liberal Obama crowd I suppose but what about the hardscrabble, working class Pennsylvania element? Tough call!

Beautifully written piece! Was there any more damning indictment of what we do to young men in war than what happened to BD?

As an American, I am very proud of Doonesbury. Much prouder of Doonesbury than of the current administration.

I have always loved Doonesbury and all praise to The Guardian for introducing me to it and for continuing to syndicate it. If you would understand the US of America and particularly its politics then you have to read it daily.

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