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The characters in my strip, set in Africa's Western Rift Valley, are: the Foolish Pride of lions (Leon, the haughty and lethargic King of Beasts; his queen, Leona; and their cub Lionel, an unpromising heir to the throne); Secretary Bird, a liason between the Royal Court and the rest of the animals; cerebral, man-imitating Ape, a reader of the Substandard; peevish Rhinoceros; harmless but senseless Ostrich; Crocodile, resident of the much-frequented Watering Hole, and his dentist, Crocodile Bird; Honey Badger (alias Ratel), the "Meanest Animal in the World", and his one associate, Honeyguide; Mumbo the elephant, a descendant of Jumbo and a butt of jokes about his weight and the size of his ears and nose; Duncan the dung beetle; ill-favored and unwashed Warthog; the craven, henpecked male and shrewish female hyaenas, both of them foul-smelling and perpetually at war vs. the lions; the mistaken-identity-plagued zebras; slow and superannuated Tortoise; Oxpecker, a companion of large herbivores; Hugh the chamaeleon; and walled-up Mrs. Hornbill.

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05 June 2015

Uncommon Commentary #460: Does Being Part of “Pop” Culture Mean that One’s Bubble Will Burst?

One mystery of life is why so many of the people who seem to have everything that a person could want, that is, the popular-culture elite, ruin their apparently enviable lives through substance abuse.  Have they such inflated opinions of themselves that they believe that addiction is a problem that affects no one but those mere mortals who are not “icons”?  Is it because the Betty Ford clinic has, as made evident by the trashion “rehab [sic] chic”, rendered it almost glamorous to be or to have been addicted to something?  There’s probably truth in these possible explanations, but the major reason may be our living in a spiritual vacuum; having all that our debased civilization offers, and realizing that they still don’t have true happiness, celebrities try to fill said vacuum with drugs or alcohol or both.  Whatever is the best explanation, it’s yet another reason to assiduously ignore Hollywood and its ilk.