“So I find now, as some eight years ago I was doing things for the first time, I am doing them now for the final time.“
Hi folks, it’s me again, BChasm here for a one more romp through the Funky Winkerbean swamp.
And I must say, as romps go, this has been one of the most enjoyable. The hosts, the guest hosts and the commentors have been absolutely wonderful companions on this forage through the train wreck, and as we’ve sifted through the wreckage we’ve found some wonderful artefacts and some poor-grade sewage. Such it is on a journey like this, and I could not have asked for better companions. I love you all.
I’m going to ignore the current nonsense in today’s strip and touch on one of the defining strips of Act III.
Last week as you’ll recall, Epicus mentioned the events of June, 2011. Les inexplicably finds himself pursured by two women, and Crazy and Funky make some very mild comments regarding his romantic past.
A normal person would respond in one of two ways: 1 “Heh, I guess it is kind of funny.” 2 “I really need some help with this, guys.”
Les uses neither, instead storming off in high dudgeon.
Funky feels remorse over this, and we get the strip below.
Again, a normal reaction to Funky’s contrition would be something like “It’s okay, I was just upset” or “Hey, you’re my friend, don’t worry about it” or some such acknowledgement of the sentiment while diminishing the event.
Not Les. Les’ response is that of a man whose ego dwarfs the sun itself. If I were Funky, my reaction would be to mentally cross Les off my list of friends. I would know, now, that if I ever needed sympathy from Les, all I would receive is a counter-complaint (“Well, sure, your house burned down, but I thought I’d lost a Lisa tape. I was in a real panic, let me tell you–“).
The above strip was the biggest indication that Les Moore is a world-class prick. Looking back, I cannot recall a single moment when Les was sincerely concered about another (living) person; everyone around him exists solely to validate him.
And this, ladies and gentlemen, was our star character. But allow me to fix this one strip, to put it a quarter-inch from reality.
Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you for your indulgence. I have read and enjoyed the posts and comments here and I am glad that I was, in some small way, a part of this mosaic. For my final trick, let’s enjoy an old favorite!
Son of Stuck Funky 
