That's what fiction writers do: create characters and do terrible things to them for the entertainment of others. If they feel guilty enough, they write happy endings.

I've been trying for some time to develop a lifestyle that doesn't require my presence.

In Palm Springs, they think homelessness is caused by bad divorce lawyers.

Anyone dumb enough to get his political information from a comic strip deserves what he gets at the polls.

Isn't it possible that self-esteem isn't causal at all, but simply the happy side effect of a sturdy character, itself the product of unambiguous moral education?

The strips about the military do seem to provoke moving and thoughtful responses. It's nice when the strip resonates, but more importantly, I need to know when I'm getting something wrong. The last thing I want to do is contribute to the suffering that wounded warriors already endure.

There is nothing worse than annotated humour.