Same shirt he’s been wearing since September 15th. Speaking of something in need of BAN-ing, if you catch my drift… (do they even make “BAN” deodorant anymore?)
Last time I heard that was in Rick Wakeman’s rock opera about King Arthur. The one performed on ice skates (yes™, that really happened). Which, despite having the musicians vanish into the fog, made more sense than this comic.
Believe me, I have been reading this tripe since the beginning. It continues to trivialize significant issues. Books are being removed from libraries and their teaching forbidden—but not the innocuous and widely-taught F451. But Batty’s timid to portray who’s doing the banning, which books are banned or why. Instead we get a ridiculous plot in which nothing ties to anything else, old dad jokes, bad puns and lecturing. Trivializing everything.
Haven’t been able to reach The Police since Sting went solo.