Les continues TB’s manifesto from yesterday. Interesting qualifier in the very wordy panel one: “I used to spend whole mornings in the summer making what I considered to be beautiful chalk drawings on the sidewalk…” Substitute Tom Batiuk for Les, and this strip for chalked scrawls on the sidewalk…It’s clear that our author considers his work to be a “masterpiece”. The rain, of course, represents haters like us who go and piss all over it.
Once again, Susan serves as Batiuk’s mouthpiece, preaching about the function of “art”, especially as it relates to stories about cancer. Meanwhile, Cayla apparently has checked her backbone at the door.
Oh Cayla. We feel for you, we do. Please: take your daughter and leave Westview for somewhere, anywhere, where you and your opinions are valued. Either that, or start throwin’ down, now, right now. What the hell happened in your life to cause you to allow yourself to be walked upon time again by people like Susan and Les? Seriously, it’s starting to break my heart.
I’ve already used “Clue-Les” as a post title, but it would work almost as well as a title for this entire blog. The Widower Moore operates in his own world, totally oblivious to how his actions are perceived by others. He’s not done stringing Salt and Pepa along: again he delivers the windup: “Well, actually…there was one other thing…” and again the ladies brace themselves for a showdown. Les then produces (from where?) two prospective book cover ideas for their perusal.
Les the Wimp gets owned again, this time by Funky, who has usurped Les’ triumph on behalf of all Westviewvians.
What is with the staging of today’s scene? Funky asks a question from behind the counter, Les replies, and Funky races around the counter to exult? Susan is so startled that in panel 2, she retracts her head like a turtle.
Son of Stuck Funky 