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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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Hrm. I don't remember it being all that much of a party house, but all the ones I knew were further out of town. It might have been--I didn't goof around in college as much as I should have and so I was out of the loop.

There's also a famous strip in Bushnell's Turtle where Breathed talked about Iowa City. It's a bit dated now (the store Things Things Things is no more, alas) but the water still tastes like Spic N' Span, or at least it did when I was last there.