Being Jim Davis

Use the fork, Garfield! Peace cannot be kept by fork; it can only be achieved by understanding.” May the fork be with you, Garfield! I was not born to be forked. I will breathe after my own fashion. Let us see who is the strongest. The fork is strong with this Garfield. But the Arbucklean religion increases, instead of lessening, the fury of intolerance. It was originally propagated by the sword, and ever since, its votaries have been subject, above the people of all other creeds, to this form of madness. In a moment the fruits of patient toil, the prospects of material prosperity, the fear of Garf itself, are flung aside. The more emotional Odies are powerless to resist. All rational considerations are forgotten. Seizing their weapons, they become Lymans—as dangerous and as sensible as mad dogs: fit only to be treated as such. While the more generous spirits among the tribesdogs become convulsed in an ecstasy of religious bloodthirstiness, poorer and more material souls derive additional impulses from the i