I read most of the comics in the newspaper almost every day and have my favorites. Mostly Doonesbury, Dustin, The Lockhorns, Bizarro, Ziggy, Non Sequitur, Mallard Fillmore, Pearls Before Swine, Zits and Dilbert, which are usually clever.
What I don’t understand is the longevity of strips like Beetle Bailey and Andy Capp, to name two that irritate me the most.
In an age of enlightenment and an all-volunteer army, we are still being fed Mort Walker’s 1950s brand of “how many ways can Sgt. Snorkle beat up Pvt. Beetle Bailey for being a lazy slackard?”
I mean really? The wholesale beating of military recruits went out with the last last century. But this strip perpetuates the image that soldiers are perpetually pulverized by superiors, and that it’s funny.
Which brings me to Peanuts, the continuing saga of poor old Charlie Brown, a severely depressed young man who is constantly belittled by his playmates. I don’t get it.
Then there’s Andy Capp, an alcoholic who gets his laughs by being too drunk to find his way home, lies to his wife, hits on young women in the pub, and can’t play soccer in an inebriated state.
Listen, I can put up with Dennis being a perpetual menace, with Dagwood never aging, Garfield being smarter than his owner, with Marmaduke slobbering all over everybody, and Hagar being horrible.
But what some of these folks call funny, just isn’t anymore.