Crankshaft is, after all, about people being assholes, idiots and idiot assholes (when they aren’t dying of cancer). No, it’s far too heart-warming for this comic. Sure, this seems pretty treacly at first glance, but I’m going to go ahead and ID as at least mildly menacing a scenario where a couple of unaccompanied children and an unleashed dog are wandering around the countryside, pulling a wagon with a makeshift weapon in it.īILLY KEANE: FAIR-WEATHER PATRIOT About this PostĬS: I’m trying to make sense of this story arc, and the best I can come up with is that Pam feels some gratitude towards the comics fandom for finally putting some sense of purpose into her husband’s life and, though she’s unable to share his enthusiasm for comics, she wants to show her appreciation. “How nice! Where are they going?” she asks, innocently, hoping to have found others in the same predicament. But she’d sure have to deal with him a lot less. Oh, sure, he’d be there, physically, for the most part. I’m imagining her humming softly to herself as she made it over the course of the quiet morning before these ladies showed up, thinking, with increasing anticipation, about her husband “going away” as football season got into swing. It’s a little unsettling that Blondie just produces this elaborate sandwich tray out of nowhere between the second and third panels. Soapy Friday Thursday, 172 Are the goalposts edible? And would it stop Dagwood if they weren’t? Post Content
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