What's Mallard raving about today?
Mr. Funkhauser.
Under normal circumstances, a comic like today's would prompt me to point out how ironic it is that Mallard was criticizing someone for being a literal curmudgeon with too much time on his hands. Considering that Mallard is the ultimate figurative curmudgeon with too much time on his hands, standing on his figurative porch and screaming "Hey, everyone who doesn't think exactly like me, get off of my property!"
But today, I am simply overtaken by the troubling suspicion that Mr. Funkhauser is actually Mallard's neighbor.
2 comments:
A thought: try bringing in your damned garbage can promptly, you stupid git. The complaints will cease. A Christmas miracle!
I'm surprised Mallard even has a garbage can; after all, as we've unfortunately witnessed his home is so absolutely filthy that the young boys he invites over (suddenly that Jon Stewart MF strip is a thousand times creepier, isn't it?) can make "angels" in the dust/garbage/bird droppings.
This may be the hardest Tinsley's ever worked on a strip. How so, you ask? Because he probably spent hours trying to think of a way to describe the most basic act of cleaning up after yourself as "liberal-fascist nanny-state-enforced political correctness."
Li'l reminder: while it'll be only sporadic this week because of the holidays, you can find an alternate critique of Mallard Fillmore at What's Wrong With Mallard Fillmore?
Happy Holidays! (...Wanna make somethin' of it?)
I hate Mallard, but I have to admit; if anyone complained to me about my garbage cans, I'd probably tell them to sod off.
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