A rather lackluster day for c.c. lameness. If I'm understanding today's "State of the Union" correctly, it is (amazingly) nearly lameness-free, in that it calls bullshit on the notion that Imus will never again be a smug, nasty fount of broadcasted white privilege. On the other hand, maybe Moore is saying that people who expect someone to pledge never to say anything racist are bullshitting themselves. But why cut these guys any slack in this competition? I'm going to have to rule that today's strip is woefully lameness-free.
The only thing that's made "Day By Day" even remotely interesting lately (or ever) is the possibility that the respective spouce/boyfriend of the two people in Iraq will hook up. Otherwise, I still have no idea what these two are doing in Iraq. Jan is some kind of PR person hired by the military, but what exactly she does, besides serve up straight lines for the soldiers, is beyond me. Also, for the second time in three days I can't make heads or tails of the punchline.
Greg Sheffield's "Gaggle" (it's not pseudonymous, as I wrote a few days ago) is so inept today I can't even tell if it's lame. How does panel one lead into panel two? We learn that "Time" has released some sort of rankings, then all we get is that the magazine is "irrelevant." (And that's certainly a case of the Gaggle calling the Mallard Fillmore lame.) Oh, and real stellar Photoshop work there, Sheffield.
And then, good ol' Mallard, here to save the day with some striking lameness. First, of course, we have the terrible art. Seriously, has there even been a more poorly drawn anthropomorphic comic character this side of Dogbert? Why does this duck have two giant candycorns for feet? The subject of today's harangue is more boo-hoo-ing for the white man. It's central premise is empirically false. So thank you, Tinsley, for sprinkling a little vintage c.c. lameness into this moribund Monday.
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