SoSfDavidO here, slogging through another day of… what are they doing again?
I don’t know if this is supposed to be some kind of trade show for band directors or what but you’d think there could be a little ray of sunshine, what, with people passionate about a topic all coming together to meet in one place. But, no, that’s not the case! Dinkle must have brought his own special cloud of Westview with him because what should be a fun music-based excursion turns into a funeral march for yet another underfunded Ohio school program.
“Did you know they don’t even have marching
bands in Pakistan? That Taliban outlawed music.”
Son of Stuck Funky 
Something bad is happening to a person we don’t know at a place we don’t know involving even more people we don’t know.
Wow, he’s really getting tears from us isn’t he?
Meanwhile, in Khan’s Adventures! Khan matches wits again with the American Red Rascal! Thrill as they fight an aerial duel over Kabul! Gasp as Khan capture’s the Rascal’s legendary steed Petraeus! Marvel at the mad dash through the minefield, is this the end of millionaire criminal genius Khan?
I’m assuming he means…ah, who cares? The guy who wrote this “joke” certainly didn’t. He was too busy rendering that incredibly artistic reflection on that tuba to worry about things like humor and logic.
Of course the funniest thing here is how we’re supposed to believe that the world’s biggest narcissist gives a f*ck about this moron’s problems. And you know that gnarled old codger secretly votes “no” on the levy every year, why would he want Becky to have the resources to tarnish his “legend”? F*ck Dinkle, every time he’s around I feel like I’m always complaining there’s too much of him. Which is true of all the characters but still.
I strongly believe in arts education, but dear Lord, Batiuk’s take on the subject makes me want to kick a tuba player.
I would definitely say that Harry Dinkle is the second-worst character in the Funkyverse.
At least with Les, his utter loathsomeness brings out a certain creativity in detailing and countering his horror. Harry Dinkle just sits there like a horrid toad, draining the life out of everything. I bet Balding McSweater’s school was actually doing fine until he entered Dinkle’s orbit.
Meanwhile, Cory gets his legs blown off by a landmine, Summer kills herself, Crazy Harry continues to struggle with reduced pay, and Susan is a homeless.
Yep, major budget cuts in our school programs, yet somehow they found the money to send me to this pointless conference for a week.
Bottom of panel 1,
-Living as a band instructor in Ohio, is a suitable hell for Steve Urkel.