Link to today’s strip.
When I said yesterday, “It gets worse,” you probably thought, “How can it?” Well, now you know.
Those of you with weak stomachs may want to stop with Les’ first dialogue balloon, in which Les gets someone else to do his work, again, this time quadrupling his own workload to nothing. Has Les ever done anything? It sure seems all he does is complain when things are expected of him, and then he moans and weeps until someone else does all the work. Then he whines about how hard his life is, and, well, you know the rest.
If you’re brave enough to tackle the rest of the strip, let’s press on. Les has never gotten over the loss of his first wife, and everyone, simply everyone, is completely aware of this and does whatever they can, at all times, to help him heal. Because no one else in this world has ever lost a loved one. No one else has ever suffered. No one else bears the weight of the world like Les Moore. (It’s no wonder that someone like Wally, who has suffered far more than Les, is a character the strip treats with thinly-veiled contempt.)
Lest you think me callous, I do understand that losing a loved one is a lifelong thing, and that those who’ve left us will always be in our memories. But looking at Les’ sad, smashable face in panel two, you’d hardly think this was a guy who eventually married another woman, then wrote a comic book about how he’d found new love with his new wife.
Mary Sue’s phrase in panel two seems off to me–if I was sympathetic to Les, I’d say he still loves Lisa, and that’s why he remembers. Oh well, Mary Sue is, after all, a girl, and they’re not much good for anything in this world, are they. I’m surprised we didn’t get a third panel of Les patting her on the head and saying “Thank you for trying.”
There’s a phrase that describes Les Moore perfectly. That phrase is “wallowing in self-pity.” It’s the sort of thing that a normal person does for a time–possibly a long time–but then picks himself up and moves on.
But not Les Moore. He’s going to make sure you’re always aware of him, and through this awareness, he’s going to make you suffer.
Oh, before I forget, when I said it “gets worse” yesterday, I left out one thing–it gets even worse tomorrow.