Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for August 22, 2004
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Transcript:
Honey: (I wonder what the King is wishing tonight). Duke: (He wishes he were in Key West, fishing tonight). More craziness downtown. How did it come to this, Honey? It seems like only yesterday we had this country under our heel! We were giants back then! We swaggered! We used words like "robust" and "take down" and "force-multiplier"! But now? Now we huddle in our compounds, muttering of exit strategies. The dream has shattered, Honey. The dream is dead. Honey: The dream of peace? Duke: No, no, of invading Syria. When I arrived that evening, the Mayor was in a funk... What dream, I wondered.
