Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for December 11, 2011
December 10, 2011
December 12, 2011
Transcript:
Man: There he is! Man: Praise Allah! Jeff: This way, boys! On, Petraeus! On, boy! This way! Girl: It's... it's books! Boy: Copies of Sorkh Razil's memoirs! Jeff: Enjoy! Man: Wait: if the Taliban catch us with your memoirs, we'll be stoned! Jeff: Maybe, but trust me - it's worth the risk! Adios! Zipper: Wow... you donated all your comps? Jeff: Yup! And the books are signed, so they can flip them on eBay! As his indefatigable mount thunders through the night... Sokrh Razil leads a convoy through mine-strewn ravines! As dawn breaks, the lorries reach the town of Qafqfq, where excited locals await the precious cargo... a gift to the village's undersered schoolkids!
Jeff? Rich and famous? I don’t think GT himself could figure out a credible way to make that happen. Jeff is a legend in his own mind only. A $50-million-dollar, friendly-helo-downing screw up. Every character in the strip who knows Jeff knows that—isn’t that right? Name one—beside Jeff himself—who doesn’t know he’s a loser.