Speaking of “Deeply Flawed…”

Link to today’s strip.

I dunno, Buck.  I’d say if the plan is getting rid of you, then it’s moving along swimmingly.  On the other hand, I’d like to lodge a complaint that Les is still around.

Again, I remain baffled that this was “written,” “drawn” and published.  Only the last seems to’ve been done with any talent or purpose.  People who are naively expecting a “prestige” arc from this strip are not going to be at all satisfied with what they’re getting.  (Regular readers know to expect nothing, or worse.)   This whole are doesn’t seem have any point behind it; two people in a room babbling past each other.  The dialogue is meant to seem deep and profound, but it just comes across as moronic.

If Batiuk had an occasional story that at least did something, I’d write this one off as something fished out of the trash because the deadline was RIGHT THERE.  There’s no excuse to have something so utterly pointless printed under one’s name.

That 50th can’t get here fast enough.

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28 responses to “Speaking of “Deeply Flawed…”

  1. Epicus Doomus

    “So Buck, you’re all alone in the world and your brain is slowly turning to mush. What will you do?”

    “(Chuckle) Well, Linda, they say half a brain full of mush is better than two in the bush! (Smirk) It’s all part of God’s zany master plan! (cackle)”

    Sure TomBan, whatever you say. What a debacle. And how can you look at something “in retrospect” that hasn’t even happened yet? Profound N’ Clever Batiuk is worst Batiuk.

  2. CRM114

    Linda says, “So what kind of car do you drive? Do you need a shop manual? You know, to disconnect stuff and all. So you can be right on schedule. I know of some really windy and desolate roads…”

  3. Buck’s right eyebrow is freakin’ me out.

    • Epicus Doomus

      He’s freaking me out too. The eyebrows, the comma eyes, the affability…it’s all too much.

    • Cabbage Jack

      Its like Ayers started drawing crazy eyebrows for the “Funky missed a shot LOL!” storyline and now he just can’t stop.

  4. Guest Page Turner Author

    “So how did your checkup with the doctor go?”

    What is with this guy and his awkward, bulky phrasing? It’s always so consistently chunky.

    “How’d your checkup go?”
    “How was your doctor visit?”
    “What’s with your eyebrows today?”

    Why can’t he write a opening sentence? Why is he getting paid?

  5. William Thompson

    On the unlikely assumption that there’s a God, then this strip proves that the real flaw in Her plan is what happens before death.

  6. William Thompson

    Buck Futt needs to discuss this problem with his creator. Stand in front of a mirror and say “Batiuk!” three times, guy.

  7. billytheskink

    So sudden theologian Buck Bedlow argues that death was part of God’s plan from creation rather than the common position that it is a consequence of original sin? I would argue, though, that today’s strip alone is sufficient proof of original sin.

    • Epicus Doomus

      Well, in Buck’s defense his entire life up to this point has consisted of playing high school football, injuring his brain playing high school football, then seeking out the guy who injured his brain while playing high school football, so I can see why he’s so matter-of-fact about dying, as what’s the difference anyway? I keep saying it but the artwork this week is just so, so wrong for the subject matter. Buck looks like he’s trying to sell Linda on a reverse mortgage or something. IMO he can’t kill this Buck asshole off fast enough. Ditto Linda, who likewise has no reason to exist anymore now that Bull’s gone.

      Coming next week: Bull forgetting to change the battery in the carbon monoxide detector has disastrous consequences, as FW says goodbye to two of its most…uh…characters.

  8. spacemanspiff85

    I don’t know. If it wasn’t for death, Les/Batiuk wouldn’t have their “masterpiece”.

  9. Doghouse Reilly

    You know, if we think of a comic strip creator as the God of his/her own little universe, today’s strip becomes even more unsettling once you consider that this story arc is merely the latest revelation of TB’s 50-year master plan.
    And yet, like some power-mad, heartless deity, Battyuk continues to torment his hapless creations, putting them though hardships and tribulations that would have Job denouncing his name and having them hope with soulless, unfounded faith that they will someday pass through the Pearly Gates–which are probably being maintained these days by Dead St. Lisa.
    Thank the Lord I’m an atheist.

    • comicbookharriet

      As a Christian, I am also thanking my life philosophy for relief from this misery. All of his characters are so darn mopey, full of crushing existential dread because there doesn’t seem to be anything beyond their own passive pleasures of mild self-aggrandizement that anyone is working towards. Despite a few offhand remarks about a higher power they all operate as if their pathetic existence is all there is, and all there will ever be. Batiuk really has it the worst of both worlds.

      • William Thompson

        What rules over the Funkyverse is a Lower Power. It’s as if Anton LaVey tried his hand at writing a Jack Chick tract.

        • ian'sdrunkenbeard

          I love those Chick comics, especially the depictions of sin and depravation! “The wages of sin is death!”
          I just found a theatrical production of my favorite, “Big Bob”.

          Thanks, WT. You’ve just given me a whole new way to waste time!

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  12. Double Sided Scooby Snack

    “So anywayzz… since my brain is quickly turning into Denny’s Grand Slam Breakfast, I need to get movin’ an’ go look up the other guys whose heads I pounded. Hopefully they all caught the CTE, and I can drive them to suicide too. Heh heh heh, I made a funny right there. DRIVE them to suicide. Oh, Christ, I crack myself up sometimes.”

    “Yeah. You better go.”

    “Hasty loogies, señorita!”

  13. Paul Jones

    I guess we can add meandering and pointless to the recipe for that bullshit sundae I’d mentioned yesterday.

  14. comicbookharriet

    Everyone’s assuming the 50th is the end…but he’s wasting so much time if he wants to be wrapping this up in a couple years.

    Still I’m down for Linda hooking up with Buck. She could use another life insurance policy to collect on since she had to retire early.

    It’s not like Bull’s made her feel anything other than a bit mopey. I’ve seen people more depressed after the cancellation of TV shows.

  15. Banana Jr. 6000

    “Dying is part of God’s plan”? Buck, you’re 50 years old! You’re too young to be thinking that way! What is it with this universe that people just resignedly accept their own death, and this is supposed to be admirable? They don’t fight it, they don’t make the most of what they have left, they don’t inspire or help others. They just mope. Why should I care about these characters when they don’t care about themselves?

  16. Count of Tower Grove

    “The dialogue is meant to seem deep and profound, but it just comes across as moronic.”
    That’s what happens when you claim insight to “God’s plan.”

  17. hitorque

    I’m still in shock to discover Linda actually wrote the NFL for some kind of assistance for CTE because 1. I’m pretty sure 1. Bull would have at least needed to make an NFL roster to be considered a former player, 2. Linda could have called instead of written a letter and 3. Had she taken 30 seconds to consult Grandpa Google, she would have learned this is entirely the wrong procedure…

    And I hate to be callous, but shouldn’t Bull and Hank Hill be thanking GOD that their CTE didn’t manifest until both men were damn near 60 years old? They pretty much got a 30-year hiatus from any symptoms or decreased quality of life — So why the depressed mopey faces??

  18. Banana Jr. 6000

    You want to see the polar opposite of Funky Winkerbean? I just watched Alex Trebek’s YouTube video from last week about his pancreatic cancer. He says this:

    There were moments of great pain, days when certain bodily functions no longer functioned, and sudden, massive attacks of great depression that made me wonder if it was really worth fighting on.

    But I brushed that aside quickly, because that would have been a massive betrayal.

    A betrayal of my wife and soulmate, Jean, who has given her all to help me survive. It would have been a betrayal of other cancer patients who have looked to me as an inspiration, and a cheerleader of sorts, of the value of living and hope. And it certainly would have been a betrayal of my faith in God, and the millions of prayers that have been said on my behalf.

    That’s what courage, and faith, in the face of a terrible disease, really looks like.

  19. Professor Fate

    The whole tone is ‘yep gonna die soon. What do you say we order a pizzia?’