11/23/2006

Milo's Thanksgiving Dinner Prayer

If you aren't old enough to remember Bloom County, then go to the library and check out a book of Berke Breathed's most amazing comic strip. It was filled with political and social commentary but more importantly, it was just damned funny! My favorite strip ever is quite appropriate today, and I've created a work of art based on it. I call it "photo of Milo's Thanksgiving Prayer". I've included it below. Sorry or the poor quality. Check my flickr account for a better view.

The text reads as follows:

Panel 1: (It's Christmas dinner, and Milo Bloom is praying). Dear Lord, I've been asked, nay commanded, to thank thee for the Christmas Turkey before us...

Panel 2: (Milo continues as family members stare, aghast) A turkey which was no doubt a lively, intelligent bird...a social being...capable of actual affection... nuzzling its young with almost human-like compassion.

Panel 3: (Milo finishes his prayer as familial anger and anguish reach a crescendo). Anyway, it's dead and we're gonna eat it. Please give our respects to its family..

Panel 4: (Milo and the turkey have been set out on the porch, the door clicks shut). AMEN!

Pure genius. Berke, why did you ever stop? Why did you leave Bloom County alone in the cold? Was it the talking animals? the monsters under the bed? Sniff! I miss that damn boarding house.



PS: Ok, OK, it's a Christms turkey. Whatever. If you use the prayer today, switch it to Thanksgiving. Sheesh! Such nitpickers.

5 comments:

Viola Zuppa said...

Definitely a classic! Bring back Milo and Binkley!

ughvsd, the sound made after eating a full Thanksgiving dinner!

Anonymous said...

Wishing the McAfee-free Fischers a happy and wonderful T-Day.

Ster and the Somniloquist

Anonymous said...

Mmmmm....tofurkey


ekkynnf - the sound made by a small child who has just tried tofurkey

Unknown said...

They're Baaaaack!

Appearing on Berkeley Breathed's Facebook page and at GoComics

Anonymous said...

This and hunting liberals are my favorite Bloom County strips. No nukes! No nukes! BLAM

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