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The AP is reporting that Jeanne Kirkpatrick, the first woman U.S. ambassador to the United Nations, has died at 80.

And my first reaction, swear to God, was "Bill The Cat must be crushed."

Sure, I've previously eulogized Caspar Weinberger with Opus' tender ode, but this kinda just hammers the point home to me. I can now face facts and admit that everything I know about US foreign policy in the 1980s I learned from Berke Breathed.

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[tcb.livejournal.com]

*laugh*

don't forget Gary Trudeau, too.

[signsoflife.livejournal.com]

Everything I *learned* about politics came from Trudeau. All I *knew* about Kirkpatrick was that she was Bill's love-slave.

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I actually never read "current" Doonesbury strips as a kid (though I remember Trudeau's first hiatus quite well.) All the Doonesbury I read were the copious amounts of 1970s collections that both my father and my grandfather liked to collect. So my worldview of the 70s was even stranger than my worldview of the 80s.

I could never understand why Zonker had magical plants he could talk to, but it just seemed naturally funny cause he was a funny guy to begin with.