Political advice from a toon, the perfect thing for Friday the 13th.
Recently, in a Dallas area restaurant which will remain nameless in this post because Bugsy Bugswatter doesn’t deserve free advertising for his dead cockroach parfaits after the recent food poisoning of several teachers who couldn’t afford to go to McDonald’s instead on Texas’ overly-generous teachers’ salaries, Betty Boop and Popeye the Sailor met for coffee and a chance to reminisce about the good old days at Fleischer Studios in the 1930’s. I happened to overhear their conversation because I was in the next booth trying to choke down a semi-nutritious garden-weed salad with dung-beetle protein wafers.
Betty; “Oh, Popeye, it is so nice to see you again. You look so Boop-boop-i-doop after all these years.”
Popeye; “Aw, yer jest sayin’ that cuz it’s true. ‘Course we is cartoon carickachurs, and being in movie cartoons makes ya immortalized sorta.”
Betty; “That’s true. I still have my girlish figure even though…
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