The irritating thing about watching John trying to get his kids to do chores is having to remember a rather nasty little Declining Years Sunday strip in which he moaned that it had taken twenty-nine years for Mike to happily do yard work. One is reminded of the dumb-ass fucking moron parents from Greg Evans’s Luann who don’t give a shit about who she is or how she feels as long as she tidies her room and doesn’t embarrass them in public because John impresses me as being less that concerned with who the people around him are and more concerned with the roles he’s assigned them.
What this means is that as far as John allows himself to see, Mike is there to rake lawns and that’s all he’s meant to be: someone who does chores without complaint so that Daddy can not strain his sore back. Wanting to be more that doesn’t mean that John is a short-sighted ignoramus who has a sadistic and mechanistic view of who other people are, it means that he has a bad attitude and is ungrateful and defiant….according to John, that is. According to those not monsters of selfishness and entitlement, John’s a God-damned assole with his head wedged so far up his ass, he could bill himself as The Amazing Human Pretzel.