Sometimes the strip does my job for me.
Okay, clearly they're trying to make a metaphor about people who're set in their ways, who've stopped paying attention to the changing world around them, stopped taking on board new ideas like internationally connected debit cards and ATMs and frauds that have made travelers cheques increasingly obsolete for the last twenty-five damn years, and refuse to accept that it's all but impossible to actually do things the way they used to even if it did used to be at all practical back then; who have let themselves be left behind and grown old and ossified, not in body, but in mind; who have become afraid of change.
I have seen twelve year olds like that, though. They're not a joke. They're frightening and sad. They're holding my country's parliament hostage at the moment, working to undo all progress of the last eighty years and help Europe back to the "good" old days when women were properly grateful to be allowed to vote and foreigners knew their place and nobody would get on your case for stringing up a few queers in the woods.
That is where legitimizing the fear of change and turning it into political ideology gets us.
So I'm sticking with the strip's story.
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