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A note to our loyal readers: We recently moved out of Bob Levey's sphere of evil influence and are spared his demonic writings. The good news is that we no longer jump from our chair screaming incoherently at the comics page. The bad news is that since we don't read his stuff anymore, we can't keep this feature going. Sorry everybody. It was fun. Bob Levey. Rrgh. If the very mention of the name grates your nerves, then you'll understand this page. Bob Levey, the comics columnist in The Washington Post, has a knack for taking major issues and turning them into mindless, petty trivia. It's amazing. We hate him. Yet for some reason we read his drivel anyway. Perhaps we have a curse. Or perhaps it's the sense of the macabre, the same force that causes us to look at car accidents as we drive by, the same force that makes us stare at the photo of a dead soldier in a faraway country fighting a war we've never heard about. Whatever. We can't take it anymore. Arguing with the lady behind the counter of the Chesapeake Bagel Bakery is no longer enough. We must vent. Henceforth we are going to bust Bob's chops a little. Spew vitriol at his simplistic campaigns. Unveil the greater good -- or evil -- behind his trite observations. Demonstrate how Leveyland relates to the rest of the known universe. Buckle up. It's a bumpy ride.
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