Batiuk’s attempt to make lemonade out of real-life disaster continues to leave a sour taste. Doonesbury did a terrific job with these events, taking aim at BP as well as at the White House. TB uses the spill as an excuse for more lame wordplay and, of course, smirks.
Rest assured that when one finds oneself appreciating a Funky strip, the next day’s installment is sure to send one crashing back to Planet Snark. The two lovebirds-to-be are still a-courtin’, making small talk to fill in the awkward silences. Nothing wrong with Wally’s question, but Rachel has to go and smirkingly respond in typical, resigned, weary Westvuvian fashion.
Son of Stuck Funky 