Jeff Vrabel: Ronald McDonald makes everything better

So the Little Man and I are having breakfast the other day, and we're reading the comics in the newspaper, which I've made into something of a tradition, as 1. It's the only part of the paper not completely overrun by the criminal liberal media (although don't think I don't have my eye on you, Dagwood) and 2. Those of us who work in newspapers are fairly desperate to figure out ways to attract new readers, and if that involves subconsciously planting Get Fuzzy into the mind of an extremely impressionable 3-year-old sponge, then so be it. I'm scruple-free, and his health care sort of hinges on it anyway, so, you know, circle of life.

Anyway, we're glancing over his favorite comics, which are pretty much anything that has a puppy or a cookie in it -- seriously, we spent four minutes on "Doonesbury" one time because of a brief cameo by a kitty -- and we came to a panel that had a fake version of Ronald McDonald in it; I can't remember why, although I imagine the punchline probably involved heart health or the word "McNugget," which, though it's been around for nearly 20 years now, seems to never get less funny. And he looks right at Ronald, points, and says, "That's the clown from the restaurant."