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Brother Jeb is actually based on a real person, but his persona in this comic is more of an amalgamation of the “campus preacher” genre in all of its disgusting verbosity. If you went to a university with a sprawling campus center, then you probably had one of these dickholes stop by and yell at you.

Before I get too deep into that, though, a quick story:
I have family in England and travel there a lot. I was hanging out in the good ol’ UK during the bad ol’ days of the Bush administration, and I got to talking with a friend of a friend in a pub. We started talking about politics (Iraq was disintegrating into civil war, and I was really upset about it), and I rushed to assure my Limey companion that I was an American, and we weren’t “all like that.”

I really wanted people to know this back then. I’m an American. I was born and raised in Texas. I attended churches (and temples and synagogues) in my youth, I wore cowboy boots, and I affected a southern drawl until my dad thankfully told me to knock it the hell off when I was ten years old. And yet, I disapproved of everything my governor-turned-president stood for.

My friend stopped me and said, “I know you’re different, but here’s the thing: your country chose him as your ambassador to the world. You might not all be like that, but he’s like that, and he’s who everyone sees when they look at America.”

It pissed me off because it was true. Who gave a shit if some American college student was thoughtful and articulate and anti-war? The guy making the decisions for the country was none of those things.

At my university, a douche bag named Tom Short was routinely invited by the Young Conservatives of Texas, a young Republicans’ political club. I was once walking to class with a female Muslim friend of mine when Short yelled at us, “those who deny God, the Muslims and the Jews, will burn in the fires of hell!”

We hadn’t been debating him or even listening to him, just walking by. His only meaningful interaction with two strangers was to tell us we were doomed. Jesus, who art in heaven, save me from your fucking fan club.

My friend almost pulled off her headscarf to choke him with it, but instead we just flipped him off and kept walking. Christians frequently tell me that they’re “not all like that,” that guys like Tom Short are just assholes with deranged versions of the Good Book turned up to 11.

That may be true, but Christians, pay attention: I. Don’t. Care. You might not all be like that, but your loudest ambassadors are like that. Reflect on this fact when you wonder why people under 30 are the largest generation of non-believers ever recorded in America.

Oh—and fuck you, Tom Short. You dick.

Hugs and kisses,
Dorfl

Description
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▼| DEEPER WITH DORFL
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Brother Jeb is actually based on a real person, but his persona in this comic is more of an amalgamation of the “campus preacher” genre in all of its disgusting verbosity. If you went to a university with a sprawling campus center, then you probably had one of these dickholes stop by and yell at you.

Before I get too deep into that, though, a quick story:
I have family in England and travel there a lot. I was hanging out in the good ol’ UK during the bad ol’ days of the Bush administration, and I got to talking with a friend of a friend in a pub. We started talking about politics (Iraq was disintegrating into civil war, and I was really upset about it), and I rushed to assure my Limey companion that I was an American, and we weren’t “all like that.”

I really wanted people to know this back then. I’m an American. I was born and raised in Texas. I attended churches (and temples and synagogues) in my youth, I wore cowboy boots, and I affected a southern drawl until my dad thankfully told me to knock it the hell off when I was ten years old. And yet, I disapproved of everything my governor-turned-president stood for.

My friend stopped me and said, “I know you’re different, but here’s the thing: your country chose him as your ambassador to the world. You might not all be like that, but he’s like that, and he’s who everyone sees when they look at America.”

It pissed me off because it was true. Who gave a shit if some American college student was thoughtful and articulate and anti-war? The guy making the decisions for the country was none of those things.

At my university, a douche bag named Tom Short was routinely invited by the Young Conservatives of Texas, a young Republicans’ political club. I was once walking to class with a female Muslim friend of mine when Short yelled at us, “those who deny God, the Muslims and the Jews, will burn in the fires of hell!”

We hadn’t been debating him or even listening to him, just walking by. His only meaningful interaction with two strangers was to tell us we were doomed. Jesus, who art in heaven, save me from your fucking fan club.

My friend almost pulled off her headscarf to choke him with it, but instead we just flipped him off and kept walking. Christians frequently tell me that they’re “not all like that,” that guys like Tom Short are just assholes with deranged versions of the Good Book turned up to 11.

That may be true, but Christians, pay attention: I. Don’t. Care. You might not all be like that, but your loudest ambassadors are like that. Reflect on this fact when you wonder why people under 30 are the largest generation of non-believers ever recorded in America.

Oh—and fuck you, Tom Short. You dick.

Hugs and kisses,
Dorfl