Trunky Missionaries

End of an Era

In case you are living under a rock, the Church made some news last week.

This might be a Mormon Corridor issue, but one thing I won't miss about Boy Scouts is the ridiculous over-the-top Eagle court of honors. I've been to a number of those meetings with various birds of prey circling over our heads. This is a game of oneupmanship, that I have no interest in playing. When my son earned his Eagle last year, my wife and I told him the closest he'd get to a court of honor bird show was a Papier-mâché eagle hanging from the ceiling with a string. He wisely declined our offer.

Honestly, I'm kind of sad to see scouting go. And it's not because of the loss of character building camp outs and skill learning merit badges, it's because Boy Scouts made up roughly 20 percent of the gags on this website. As Kevin Beckstrom so aptly depicted, this is a dark time for Mormon cartoonists. First high priest groups, then home teaching, and now scouting. If the Church outlaws green jell-o, I'm retiring!

Credit to faithful reader Steve B. for the idea for today's gag.

Trunky

As a missionary, I had the pleasure(?) of killing off two companions--that's missionary lingo* for seeing your companion return home at the conclusion of his or her service--and believe me, missionaries who are on their way home will often engage in some weird activities. Elder Long, here, would probably rate a 6 on the trunkie-meter.

*Or at least it was missionary lingo 25 years ago.

Eve's Mother's Day

Guys, please don't be like Adam. Make sure to treat the mothers in your life right this Sunday.

How Far Away is that Plane?

Like Elder Van Dyke, my trainer used to do this to me all the time. Unlike Elder Van Dyke, my trainer had four inches and 50 pounds on me, so I just took it. Drawing this strip was strangely therapeutic.

Hie to Kolob

I'm quite confident that I'd stay awake through this talk.

Bad Brakes

I rode some pretty awful bikes on my mission, although this never happened to me.