What's Mallard raving about today?
Today's strip is actually honest-to-God incoherent. What the hell is he even drunkenly slurring about, anyway? Is this the New Yorker cover thing? Because if it is, the strip's pretty weak, even for someone as dim as Tinshley.
I hope this is the New Yorker cover thing, if only because he will make it look stupider than it already does.I remember just not giving a damn. This came right around the nuts remark, which I didn't care about either. (Obama didn't say it and he didn't make the cover - why does it have to reflect on him?)
Today's strip is either: a) a great work of Dadaismb) originally written in Japanese, then translated into Icelandic, then translated into Englishc) part of an extremely vivid dream I am having after accidentally drinking expired milk and will all be over in a few hours.
Oh, Robert. Don't mention Iceland and Mallard.He wouldn't like being connected to another country, especially one in Europe.Plus, Iceland is my dream country and those two together create explosions in my head.
Since it's now a classic example of failed satire, you'd think that Tinsley would recognize his kinship with the New Yorker.
I actually almost sorta like this, just because it's so aggressively nonsensical. Tinsley must have been deep in his cups by the time he finished this one.
Obviously this a work of brilliance approaching genius, and it's so far beyond us we simply can't appreciate it's many, many layers of deep meaning and hilarity.Yeah.
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