Oh God, not again. Les is taking center stage again, babbling to a confused group of strangers about anchors and who knows what else in today’s strip.
From the reaction of the crowd, they’re unsure whether to politely chuckle or cheer, as either reaction would be quite forced. Instead, they go with their gut feeling and just act natural, which is to say somewhere between confused at the metaphor and annoyed that this “I’m so wonderful, look at me.” Les-Fest is still going on.
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….And Of course his wife Cayla usually heads to the other side of town during these Lisa Legacy events. Her and Keisha are no where to be found.
There’s only room up on stage for Les and his self-centered ego.
The good news recently is that an agreement was reach to allow American ground security troops to remain in Afghanistan….so Cory still has time to go MIA.
Ahhhh, happy days.
Only BatHack can make me want to punch every person at a cancer race in the face. Oh the smugness shown in everyone’s expression! it makes me sad they survived.
“But most of all, thanks to ME! Yes, let us all bask in the wonderfulness that is me….hey, Chatty Cathys, I don’t see you basking!”
I don’t need to start Sunday morning with a Les ass shot. Good call by Pookster on Les’s own missing anchor, she must have slept in.
Considering that Les is TB’s avatar and the amount of time TB’s spends stroking Les’ ego, perhaps the ego stroking is a metaphor for TB stroking something else. Which would explain the misery porn and the inconsistent artwork as TB’s hands are otherwise occupied.
For a moment, I thought that was Cayla in the background of the final panel. Then I realized, no, Cayla’s Caucasian now.
On the other hand, America, rejoice! Our supply of anodyne epigrams is assured. That stuff about storms and anchors!
I don’t get it. What on earth is Dickface babbling about this time? “Anchors”? So he’s goofing on the slow runners at a charity fund raiser? What an asshole. And is the “tweeted” thing supposed to be Les making a funny? F*ck him and his obnoxious fun run too.
Love the black frame around the comic, the black tshirts, also that the crowd looks politely tolerant of his babbling. Is he talking about partners of people with cancer? Who knows.
… you know, it’s seriously starting to bug me that whenever Lisa is mentioned it is absolutely always to point out how much Les loved her and what an unfillable void her death left in Les’s life. It’d be nice to know, for example, what Summer really thought about her mother – and, for that matter, about her father’s utter refusal to move on in any real way at all. But no, no chance of that: even Lisa’s daughter can’t view her mother through anything but Les-tinted glasses. It’s not even about Lisa as LISA any more, as a whole woman with thoughts and wishes and desires as her own. No, it’s about her status as Les’s perfect, martyred wife. And that’s the core of the problem: everything about Lisa always has to turn out to really be about Les, Les, Les.
Ugh.
Oh, I know, Flummoxicated. Just think about it. This is the only strip in this entire sequence where he acknowledges what this charity is about.
He makes the token acknowledgement of cancer survivors in the strip, but then he gets to his ultimate point.
And who does he thank? Who does he glorify?
The cancer researchers? The guys who make do with often inadequate funds in to try to ensure that no woman ever again has to suffer like these women have. They devote their lives to it, quite possibly in vain. Nope.
The doctors and support staff, who do their best to treat and care for the cancer patients who are going through a horrific ordeal? No.
How about the people who donate time and money to this cause? Volunteers who find time to devote to this cause when they could very easily find an excuse to do nothing? Or people who still, in this shaky economy, donate their money because the cause is important enough? Not a word.
Nope. He instead talks about how we must congratulate our “anchors”, those family and friends of cancer patients/survivors who have helped them through their ordeal. And of all these groups, which one does Les, the Batiuk stand-in, most readily belong to?
As is the case with every prestige arc/sequence with Batiuk, he’s writing a big ol’ love letter to himself.
The actual content of the strip, once again, is without interest but I’ve been noticing lately that Tom Batiuk refuses to truncate Les in any way. Les is always there in full, even in the second panel when it would be much more effective if we only saw Les’ hand gesturing to the crowd. I guess the ego will always win.
The problem with Les giving himself a great big hug for being Lisa’s anchor is that he was such a crappy one. All I remember him doing at the time was standing around with the same stunned expression he always has doing the same nothing he always does.