Bloom County started in ‘81 with Santa Claus relating to Milo his labor troubles. The elves go on strike so Reagan fires them and replaces them with the fired air traffic controllers.
It [Bloom County] was meant for youthful eyeballs -- and there be none of those ogling newspaper comic pages now. Old-timers chuckling over "Doonesbury" and "Beetle Bailey" are pretty much all that's left. They clip out their favorites, stick 'em on the fridge, and put the rest under their parakeets to sh*t on.
I do think Breathed managed to sum up Doonesbury's true worth right there. The parakeets don't have to read it to comment on it.
Gret interview. I miss all those guys, Larson, Watterson and Breathed.