Several years ago, the spineless weenies at The Orlando Sentinel decided that Doonesbury was way too political for the comics page, and they shifted it to the editorial section instead. A couple of years ago, a new crop of spineless weenies decided that they were being unfair to the meat-eating red staters ’round these parts and went a-huntin’ for a “conservative” comic to balance all that Doonesbury liberalism (guess they haven’t read much Doonesbury, since Garry Trudeau skewers everybody eventually). They chose Mallard Fillmore. Every time I read it, I wonder if Bruce Tinsley knows how outclassed he is. That, and where his brain cells are located. Anterior or posterior, if you get my drift.

Why the ire? This:

Tinsley’s been socking it to teachers all week. According to his viewpoint, we’re all undereducated boobs who can barely get out of our own garages, let alone college. We’re stupid. We don’t know the subjects we’ve been hired to teach. Basically, every dumbass canard that’s been spewed from the right-wing voucher proponents for years. You know, the ones who think that public schools have all gone to hell in a collective handbasket because you can’t pray in ’em (staff and kids can pray all they want, privately–we just can’t lead corporate prayer), they talk about sex (which might make teenagers go out and have it, ’cause clearly learning about condoms is way more titillating than–I don’t know–their HORMONES), and they talk about other countries like they’re as good as we ‘Muricans are (heaven forfend that the rest of the world’s population might be something we can learn from, seeing as we’re a country of immigrants and all). Sigh.

I ought not to read this tripe, I know. It’s better for my blood pressure all around. But I can’t help myself. Guess that’s Tinsley’s issue too, bless his heart.