Inkwell
November 29, 2012 at 3:11 am
It’s official: Funky is turning into Crankshaft. What kind of time loop led to this?
And I officially agree with Inkwell’s comment. Funkshaft’s “light at the end of the rainbow” anti-proverb yesterday was the first sign. Today his “by-golly”, finger-wagging indignation has blinded him to the irony of registering his displeasure to the postmaster via e-mail.
Given Funky’s complete lack of empathy, the bright side here would not be Crazy Harry being spared back pain; rather, Funky would be spared having to listen to his old friend complaining about it. If the Funkman wins back the Least Likable Character crown from Les Moore, why, that’ll just be the pot o’ gold at the end of the tunnel.
I’ll let the readers do their own research on “the Mendoza line“, but what Harry is saying is that the Westview P.O. has been underperforming and will be closed down. Funky, thoughtless prick that he is, 
proceeds to frame his friend’s employment crisis in terms of how it affects him. Too bad about the rental on that P.O. box, douchebag, but those “forever” stamps will probably still be good. Meanwhile, Holly looks around wondering who turned out all the lights.
Since today’s strip does nothing to move the story along, let us attempt to get at the genesis of “finito binito [sic]”:
Finito Benito
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Finito Benito comes from the North American Aviation B-25J Mitchell Medium Bomber airplane named “Finito Benito Next Hirohito.” This B-25J bomber was attached to the 12th Air Force, based in Naples late in World War II.
The name Benito refers to the Italian dictator, Benito Mussolini. Hirohito refers to the name of the Japanese emperor during World War II. Italy and Mussolini fell in 1943 while Japan and Hirohito fell in August 1945…[t]he name…was painted in red on the upper surfaces of the wings, as opposed to the usual placement on the nose of the airplane.
Today’s strip wastes no time setting up the drama. Crazy Harry just spent the weekend cataloging his comics collection, exchanging cheery banter with his dumpy wife. Today, however, as he lurches onto his customary perch at Montoni’s counter, even “the Funkman’s” too-cheerful greeting is not enough to elicit a smile. Looks like the USPS’s financial woes have at long last trickled down to Westview.
Son of Stuck Funky 