So who the fring-frang is Funky Wingerbean anyway? I met him as the high school nerd who grew into the young married who was an aspiring writer and lived above an Italian restaurant. There was a head portrait of a fellow who could be the guy who might greet you as you enter Wal-Mart (btw did you know that “wal” in German is “whale?”) and the Sunday color strip — again displacihng Frank and Ernest — packs all the punch of a Sam Levinson anecdote (this reference will separate true humor historian/devotees from the rest) told to Jack Parr in 1963. This will be my last “Funky report.” The strip is so oatmeal and Citrucel it no longer holds its once-moderate allure for me despite the excellent drawing and panel conposition. Sayonarra Funk-meister.
On the positive side, Doonesbury Flashback has been replaced by Doonesbury with the appearance of Sunday’s fine go round confirming Garry Trudeau has returned to the present. It’s a “must read” for political whankers like myself, so smoke it if you can get it. Opus scored a three-base hit today: nice effort, but not a keeper for the collection.
What did Meet the Press with Brian WIlliams and This week with George the Greek have in common today? They showed essentially the same map graphic that illustrated formerly Bush-carried states that now lean Obama, and they showed the Barack-meister’s new tv ad. Both shows were better than usual, and they’re usually very good. Kudos to MTP for interviewing Lindsay Graham and Joe Biden in a civil discourse. Graham oozes all that reeks of $43s crowd, but he’s a decent speaker. Biden is the cream of the cream in my political refrigerator.
A fellow at a party I attended last night made an excellent case for Jim Webb for VP and Biden for Secretary of State. It sounds like a winning combination to me. You TOO?
Live long . . . . and proper.
