“They don’t want to know. Maybe they realize that their yuppie parents who protested Vietnam have turned on their ideals and are now struggling to buy a Lexus or whatever.”

Kids, Madison Avenue is lying to you. Your parents are lying to you. The president is lying to you.

they’ve got television and the electronic games that they can bury themselves in like ostriches. They don’t have to pay attention to what’s going on in the world around them.

Mad was wide open. Bill loved it, and he was a capitalist Republican. I loved it, and I was a liberal Democrat.

These kids don’t know what to revolt against, so they just completely ignore it, which is a very frightening thing.

Young Baby Boomers were forced to play duck-and-cover in school, in hopes that a desk would protect them from an atomic explosion. It was all bullshit, and they knew it.

What we went to World War II for, at least in my mind, was not getting taken care of. It was supposed to be a brave new world, but we were getting back into the old ruts, and we were in a cold war with Russia.

It was also the root cause of EC’s success; kids were looking for ways to numb themselves to this horror that they felt.

The bipartisan approach filtered up through my typewriter. I used to say, “Mad takes on both sides.”

That went for the writers, too; they all had their own political leanings, and everybody had a voice. But the voices were mostly critical. It was social commentary, after all.

We even used to rake the hippies over the coals. They were protesting the Vietnam War, but we took aspects of their culture and had fun with it.

The comic-book industry today is not what it was back then, unfortunately. Kids are no longer interested in reading comic books.

They were questioning the entire adult establishment, and that was the root cause of juvenile delinquency.

Where are the young people today? Why are they allowing some of the things that are happening in their country? I am really upset about that. I feel that they are burying their heads in the sand of electronic games and television.

I’m goin’ where the wind don’t blow so strange, maybe off on some high cold mountain chain.

I think my top salary was maybe in 1966. I made $17,000 and 11 of that came from selling other players’ equipment.

Maybe climate change is a threat, and maybe climate change has been tarted up by climatologists trolling for research grant cash. It doesn’t matter.

I think I am the greatest fighter in any class. I know I can hold two, maybe even three belts.

I ‘m still discovering how to render their forms. I will spend a lifetime doing that. Maybe someday I’ll get it right.

I would bet most people don’t have thirty minutes in a day where they can just sit down and think. Or maybe they don’t have to be sitting, they can be walking.

History has spurts and then is steady, and then maybe even backing up a step, and then forward again.

Kind of wish I was dead. Maybe, I’ll blow my brains out, mama, or maybe I’ll go bowling.