No, Le Chat, actually it’s a classic case of annoying wuss angst being relentlessly beaten into the ground by a sad old hack. There’s definitely a guy pretending to be a “writer” here and I don’t mean Dickface, either. I have never wanted to see a surface-to-air missile used more than I want to see one used today. F*ck you, Les and f*ck you too, Pulitzer (nominee) Boy. Charles Schulz must be spinning in his grave tonight, poor guy.
This is one of those exceptionally annoying FWs where Les is eminently punchable in every single panel, including the disembodied Sunday strip head. God how I detest and loathe this whiny, simpering moron and his pathetic cancer book. And I likewise detest and loathe the way BatBrain wallows around in his ridiculous writer fantasies, endlessly bitching about the joylessness of it all like it’s the worst possible way to make a living. If it sucks so much then quit, you can always just re-run the old strips “FBOFW”-style, no one will ever notice the difference anyway. What a pair of whiny sorry saps.
Son of Stuck Funky 
No, impostor syndrome is where you can’t accept the value of your own accomplishments. Les is just learning what the rest of us have known all along; he’s a terrible hack who inexplicably enjoys undeserved success. The word you two are looking for is “epiphany.”
Those aren’t thought bubbles … he’s talking out loud! Finally an answer to question no has ever asked, what’s worse than being seated next to a crying baby on an airplane.
If you write and draw a terrible comic strip, it’s a really bad idea to remind people of a comic strip immeasurably superior to yours.
Hallucinatory Cat with no explanation or relevance to the story. Take a drink.
And yeah, Charlie Brown. The boy that the universe actively thwarts at every chance but still tries anyway. Compare him to Les Moore. I think the rest speaks for itself.
Breakthrough, huh? I’d like to see the creature from the classic Twilight Zone episode, “Nightmare At 20,000 Feet”, break through Less’ window, haul him out by his pencil-neck and hurl him into the void.
“After learning that the deranged passenger had also somehow smuggled a cat aboard the flight, the plane was diverted to Fort Wayne where the bearded weirdo was taken into custody. The man, a Les Moore of Ohio, was reputedly on his way to California to begin working in the TV movie business. Moore, age indeterminate, was later found dead in his cell from an apparent mass beating staged to look like a suicide. No suspects have been identified. The cat escaped from custody and is currently at large.”
I really don’t see him going the Lynn Johnston/Garry Trudeau route for one reason: he doesn’t want people to remember when Les was actually sympathetic. Even the sock puppet on Comics Kingdom would start to object if he realized that at one point, Les wasn’t a fist magnet.
So this is happening. It should not be happening,but this is actually happening! Why?
When they get to California, the guys with the nets will be ready for Les.
And this is one has to say the definitive Shame Eruption on behalf of the author. Another scream for help from the subconscious of the Author. “Please help me stop!”
If Les Moore was a character in Peanuts, he’d be the smug poseur brat who always managed to luck himself into situations that Charlie Brown wanted while obliviously whining to him about how soooooo unfair and hard his life is.
Les: “And in the main, the Little Red Haired girl only gave me TWO kisses. I guess some children WERE left behind.”
Charlie: “AAAARGH!”
Charlie Brown always got back up and tried again, and with none of the neurotic whining of Les Moore.
Look, Batominc! It can’t be impostor syndrome unless Les is objectively good at writing.
Stuart Smalley
Funky Winkerbean is a reality-based comic strip that depicts contemporary issues affecting young adults in a thought-provoking and sensitive manner. For be we young or simply young at heart, who among us can honestly say we haven’t been psychoanalyzed by a hallucinatory French cat at 20,000 feet?