Not much to say about this one, as the Bull-DUI arc sputters to a halt, shuddering, wheezing and leaking oil. I’m honestly not sure what to make of Linda, here–I get that she’s trying to cheer Bull up, but it really sounds (in the context of this strip) that seeing Bull lose big-time is a genuine turn-on for her. Ewww…creepies, Mudhead! I guess since they have two kids…well, let’s see…Bull’s father must have died of cancer, and his mother in a car accident? Or maybe Bull lost a couple of toes, or has glaucoma? Something tragic, right? Something to get those old fires burnin’?
Bull as a character is nowhere near the loathsome levels of such cyclopean blasphemies as Les Moore, Harry Dinkle or John Howard. I never think, “Oh God, no,” when he shows up, and I rarely feel like I should be smashing him with a bat. He’s just really, really boring and nothing of his world is presented as interesting. (Yes, I know you could say that about every scenario in the strip, including those which clearly engage Tom Batiuk’s interest. It just seems more obvious where Bull is concerned.)
Like almost all of the female characters, Bull just seems like a sad, stupid lump that gets tossed around by fate without any real understanding of the forces working against him. He never progresses and, naturally, never learns.
And there’s always that nagging feeling radiating from the strip that he somehow deserves it, that his past as a bully (whether that’s been ret-conned or not) has set his fate in stone.
If only he was a comic-book fan. That way–the path of the Sacred Book–lies salvation, and even an old sinner like Bull might find his destiny written within those Pages.
If only the damned old bully could read.