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Pros & Cons (KFS) comes as close to political as I plan to get today, in part because I’m finding the whole thing exhausting and in part because Lyndon sums up my take more concisely than I would.

People are complaining that Bill Barr didn’t step up sooner and that Mike Pence didn’t step up sooner and on and on, which raises the question of why the hell didn’t the Good Guys step up sooner?

Were you born yesterday? It’s not like anyone should have expected Al Capone’s bookkeeper to step up in the absence of Eliot Ness and J. Edgar Hoover.

Maybe it’s my experience in reporting such things. I never heard of a mule simply admitting to the nice Customs Officer that he had ingested a bunch of cocaine-packed condoms.

First, you catch them. Then you flip them. They rarely flip themselves.

Anyway, I’ve always wanted to balance the political and the funny here, but things have been so fraught that ignoring politics seems like dereliction of duty.

Or, y’know, failure to step up.

So, like Ben (MWAM), I’ll take a break from politics. To paraphrase a semi-wise man, “You go into retirement with the status you have, not the status you might want or wish to have at a later time.”

And speaking of state and status, if you have not been following the incredible story arc in Between Friends (KFS)you need to start here and go forward and experience the vicarious horror of Susan’s situation.

Her obvious solution was to have resigned about halfway through the process of degrading moments, but the strip reflects real life and, in real life, one rarely steps off a sinking ship without a lifeboat or at least a raft. Whatever mortgage Susan and Harvey are carrying, they’ve still got a daughter in college.

I don’t blame Susan for not simply standing up and stomping out, but she needs to hire a lawyer, which I say because I had a friend who, faced with a clearly slanderous performance report drawn up to justify her termination — and chock- full of violations of the union contract — still had to spend $750 just to have it removed from her files so she could go teach somewhere healthier.

Which brings us to Australia:

First Dog in the Moon reflects upon winter down under, and specifically in Hobart, Tasmania, at 42° 52 50 S, which is roughly the equivalent of Milwaukee, where they expect a high today of 87 — thank God it’s not Celsius — and hours and hours of sunshine because we passed the summer solstice just as poor First Dog hit winter’s.

The connection between that and Susan’s situation being that I once had a cunning plan to swap jobs for six months with a reporter in Hobart, which would include each of us doing the regular reporting job there but sending a weekly feature back home about our experiences in another land.

The first barrier being that my plan to call my weekly feature “A Year Without Winter,” suggested a possible problem in persuading anyone to write a feature called “A Year Without Summer.”

Particularly since, for all for First Dog’s whinging, winter at 44.6995° N is a lot more grim than winter down there. As is summer.

The larger, moral barrier — and the specific connection to Susan — being that I was in a similar management situation and wouldn’t wish it upon someone I hated, much less some hapless Kiwi I didn’t even know.

So, instead, I put my initiative into finding that aforementioned lifeboat and getting out of hell permanently rather than for six months.

Go thou and do likewise.

Juxtaposition of the Job Tips

(Bizarro – KFS)

(Rhymes with Orange — KFS)

First tip: Don’t take a job where you can be replaced by a nylon tube and an air compressor.

And especially don’t take a job where you have to stand on the street wearing an idiotic costumeas seen in this 2011 Derf Backderf cartoon, and I’d note that the fifty bucks had better reference no more than a three-hour day, which I’ll bet it didn’t.

Have some dignity: Sell your plasma and pick up soda cans from the gutter for the refund.

Admittedly, I don’t really understand the retail mattress industry. I see ads where they promise a $500 discount on a mattress, which is more than I was planning to spend in the first place.

But I regularly see spent leaning against Dumpsters outside cheesy apartments, so maybe the whole thing involves preying upon the poor, which makes me wonder how long you have to stand out there degrading yourself before you can afford even the bottom-line crappiest mattress in the place.

Though if they said, “Stand out there looking like a dork for three days and we’ll give you one of our crappy mattresses,” it might be a tempting offer.

Perhaps not a generous one: When I quit selling the Kirby, my boss let me keep my demonstrator, and I know what his cost was, compared to what I’d been selling them for.

Which was a large part of why I decided to flip burgers instead.

And the whole scabdriver phenomenon continues to puzzle me as well, for much the same reasons.

People think they’re going to make a bunch of money as rideshare drivers, which is a pipedream. It seems You’d basically do just as well flipping burgers and sparing the wear-and-tear on your car. Which you might end up having to sleep in, since the best average coincide with the most expensive places to earnings live.

So I got a laugh out of Rhymes with Orange mostly because it’s based on the notion that some people just don’t pick up on the hints.

But you can depend on them to never discover the Egress!.

Finally, I have no idea of ​​Todd Clark’s intentions with this Lola (AMS), but I remain astonished that people refer to that game as “cornhole” in front of their mothers. And that their mothers call it that, too.

Then again, when the Fonz first said “Sit on it,” I remembered the traditional accompanying gesture and the cornholian implications of the phrase, but nobody else seemed fazed.

My ability to be gobsmacked continues unabated.

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