When this strip was originally published in 2006, it was accompanied by a news post complaining about the difficulty I sometimes experienced in figuring out anything useful to say to accompany a strip. This is a problem that evidently still persists to this day.
My daddy always said he loved us.
And that was why he had to beat on us so.
Till came the day I laid my new shooting iron on the kitchen table.
And told him I’d come to show him just how much I loved him back.
I’ll never forget it. That last look he gave me as I took aim.
Not fear. Not regret. Not even Anger.