The good news here is that the nearly two-month long Funky-thon (if you go back to June 9 when DSH John ccouldn’t pay his rent) appears to be concluded at long last (except we will never know what happened to the other driver).
The bad news? Les in an apron. And “Crazy” Harry, “thinking”. Apparently the only postal worker Batiuk has ever known is a guy from Boston named Cliff Clavin. Of course, Cliff was able to make us laugh, while “Crazy’s” musings only serve to give us douche chills.
And the LORD said to Satan, “Have you noticed my servant Job, and that there is no one on earth like him, blameless and upright, fearing God and avoiding evil?” But Satan answered the LORD and said, “Is it for nothing that Job is God-fearing? Have you not surrounded him and his family and all that he has with your protection? You have blessed the work of his hands, and his livestock are spread over the land. But now put forth your hand and touch anything that he has, and surely he will blaspheme you to your face.
The Book of Job, 1:8-11
In the story of Job, God, at the Devil’s urging, singles out a good, decent guy, upon whom he visits misfortune after misfortune, just to see how much poor Job can take without losing faith. Despite having all his possessions destroyed, his offspring wiped out, and a hideous case of boils, Job hangs tough. His words to his wife sum up his attitude: “[S]hall we receive good from God and shall not receive evil?” Job’s friends come to visit and all wonder what Job has done to deserve this treatment. After his ordeal, Job is rewarded by God with double his riches, more offspring, and another 140 years of life on Earth.
Our modern-day Job understands and has come to accept his role as God’s Punching Bag. “I used to go years without stuff like this happening to me (Shall we receive good from God…) and now it happens to me every five minutes (…and shall not receive evil?)”
That’s our sermon for today, folks! Thanks again to David O for guest-blogging in this space last week.
Random, bulleted thoughts:
I guess getting detention on the last day of school means the poor kid is going to have to sit in the classroom for the next three months? Susan appears so baffled by this turn of events that in panel 2, she momentarily develops a Jay Leno-esque jaw.
Wow, look at that expression of disdain on Les’ puss in panel three. Now that he’s gotten published, he is so done with teaching these ungrateful, ignorant little shits. Come next September, rather than cracking lame jokes in front of another crop of freshmen, Les will be in the Big City, hobnobbing with the rest of the literati.
Son of Stuck Funky 