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  •  I miss your cartoon diaries! (2+ / 0-)
    Recommended by:
    JekyllnHyde, Eric Nelson

    And eagerly look for your comments whenever I'm on in hopes of seeing one. I know... we have our own cartoonists but I loved having them all together. :)

    Thank your stars you're not that way/Turn your back and walk away/Don't even pause and ask them why/Turn around and say 'goodbye'/Just wish them well.....

    by Purple Priestess on Sun Nov 18, 2012 at 09:02:29 PM PST

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    •  I Loved Writing Those Diaries (5+ / 0-)

      ... but they were incredibly time-consuming and exhausting, often taking 25+ hours per diary.  I still managed to do about one every 10 days for over two years from 2009-2011.  :-)

      A few days ago, I wrote another long diary albeit with no editorial cartoons but on a topic I love writing about: historical events and personalities.  The link to the diary - "Surely We Have Perished" - Poets, Propaganda, and Dissenters in a Time of War.

      Here's an excerpt:

      An unabashed champion of British imperialism, Rudyard Kipling was, nevertheless, a great Victorian and Edwardian writer.  He won the Nobel Peace Prize for Literature in 1907 and was widely read in English-speaking countries. For extolling the virtues of the British Empire and his literary achievements, he was offered a knighthood and post of Poet Laureate but turned down both offers.

      Soon after the realities of prolonged trench warfare and stalemate set in on the Eastern front, initial war euphoria dissipated and all combatants dug in for the long haul.  Kipling strongly pushed his son Jack to enlist and fight for his beliefs.  Twice rejected by the British army due to crippling shortsightedness, Jack was only able to join the fighting in France after his famous father pulled some political strings.  In 1915, Jack was reported missing in the Battle of Loos. Years would go by before Kipling would learn anything definitive about his son's fate.

      Searching desperately for his son, Kipling penned the below poem - a cry of anguish from a concerned parent

      My Boy Jack
      By Rudyard Kipling

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