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As you know, I don’t really think that most people really understand the comic strip Funky Winkerbean is less what Batiuk calls a quarter-inch from the reality you and I live in and more a quarter of an inch from where he thinks that reality should be. Case on point: we have to contend with the fact that a burned-out hack of a teacher like Les who radiates contempt for his students and almost seems to see it as his job to destroy any lingering interest they might have in the written word is seen as a tragic hero because teachers ‘should’ be allowed to just tear people apart because they get pissed off. After all, the horrible mass of children dare to ask what record players are and why it is that they should stress over the sixties so they’re vermin, not kids like he used to be.

That’s right. I went there. Les is a hero because he represents a big-ass wad of bug-eyed greed that wants very much to not feel sympathy with or for the generations that have to clean up the mess his generation made being soft, weak, entitled, stupid and heartless. Caring about them and wondering what kind of world they have to live in is not ‘on’ because it means that boomer dickholes like Les and Batiuk are not the measure of all things.

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The interesting thing about the arc is that as of this writing, Les has collapsed on the gym room floor because something has overwhelmed him. While it might be that the whole time travel arc is simply the end result of his hallucinating after having a mild stroke, I'd like to raise an interesting possibility. What might be happening is that Les has watched his past self read the Great Big Book Of How Lisa's Death Affected Me, A Passive And Helpless Observer Who Could Have Done Nothing To Prevent It by Les Moore and realized that what he thought was a hallucination or lucid dream wherein he went to a distant and impossible future and read a book he supposedly wrote about any number of horrible things that could happen to her actually did happen.

Oh, sure, every last one of the tragedies that he actually did experience did line up pretty much exactly with what he "dreamt" he read but, as he's managed to convince himself up until now, that was merely a horrific coincidence. So far, he's managed to convince himself that he didn't really have foreknowledge of the future and thus is not morally responsible for not suggesting courses of action that could have saved Lisa's life. This is no longer the case and the result staggered him. He could have done it and should have done it but didn't do it because he couldn't handle it and didn't realize that he could have changed everyone's lives for the better until it was far too late.

What's worse, Le Chat Bleu will never let our boy hear the end of it. For years, Les has been tormented by an imaginary fiend who exists to berate him for being a fraud and fool who doesn't deserve the success being handed to him on a tray. Said bogey seems to be animated by the fact that he knows something Les has wanted to blind himself to since he was in high school: the fact that for a very selfish and stupid reason that probably relates to a need he has to deprive a woman of an agency that could be used against him, Les failed to warn someone of any number of things that could hurt her so he could pose as her protector. This means that Le Chat Bleu is sort of like the character of Nadine on the PBS thing Arthur in that both are the conscience of an annoying pain in the neck glory hound.
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I'd like to take this opportunity to head back to Westview, Ohio for a while to talk about a problem that I've noticed: the way that Batiuk has unintentionally turned Anthony "I HAVE NO HOOOOOOOME!!!!!" Caine into freaking Galahad by making Les Moore pole-vault over the moral event horizon. For those of you who have not read the horrible waste of an arc, I'll establish the setting a bit. It seems that for some reason or another, the Crazy Harry of 1979 decided to show a random selection of his classmates the time pool he had in his locker. Also, for some reason, Bull stupidly decided to steer the thing to Westview High's gym in the year 2015. This meant that Crazy, Bull, Funky, Holly, Cindy, Les and Lisa wound up looking around at a strange new era in which most of them looked like what a teenager thinks a person in their early fifties looks like (which is to say, exceedingly old). While Batiuk had a lot of fun mocking Cindy for reasons I'm about to get into and while he's currently having a lot of fun watching the gang of the late seventies try to cope with a Samsung Galaxy, the real problem is that Lisa Crawford looked around and found something that unsettled her: she wasn't there. We and the cast know that part of her is scattered illegally in the middle of Central Park. Where we and they part company is the need to try to make things easier to digest. The adult cast attempted to cloud the issue by making reasonably plausible excuses because of a need to spare her feelings because of a misguided sense of charity. The stupid idea they have is clearly "the poor dear is fated to die so let's make her think that her future self is happy in order to calm her down." This is nuts because there was an easy way to prevent her from dying that she'd have known about if she read the Great Big Book Of How Her Death Affected Someone Who Matters Because He Has A Penis.

This leads us to where it is that Les went from "passive, clueless, hand-wringing nitwit who didn't know what was going on around him" to "Complete Monster." You see, he read the book that his adult self wrote and hopes that he doesn't remember what he saw so that he won't have to act at all. What's more, he wants to keep Lisa from speculating overly much about the future because he believes that she, a mere girl, cannot handle a future that terrifies a man like him. The problem is that they do remember what they've seen. What this means is that teenage Les knows exactly how the future will unfold and refuses to do anything about it. He knows that Lisa will be raped by Frankie. He knows that she'll get pregnant. He knows that her asshole dad will disown her. He knows about the post office blast. He knows about the missed test result that will eventually kill her. He knows all this and does nothing to really help her because he can't abide a world in which a woman has agency. The idea is that if she knew things that could help her, she might leave him or something and he wouldn't get the girl he's supposed to have because he's a man and that's 'how things work'.

This leads us to what the problem Batiuk seems to have with women. After all, what is a woman to him? A woman is a mother who thinks that comic books are gaudy, juvenile trash that her son has to be made to outgrow so he can make a name for himself in the real world. A woman is a mother who thinks that being a cartoonist is a witless waste of talent and that a teacher is a figure of respect. A woman is a pretty girl who selfishly and cruelly fails to acknowledge that the best woman alive is lower than the lowest sort of man. A woman is thus someone who refuses to admit that he is entitled to her services because he's got a schlong and that's the deal. Since he prefers Lisa dead and dependent than alive and autonomous, Les Moore is thus a full-on villain protagonist.
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As I said yesterday, it occurs to me sometimes that Mike Patterson is a sort of horrible fusion of Sullen, Emotionally Abusive, Condescending Macho Dickchoad Funky Winkerbean and God-Awful Imbecile Author Les Moore. It thus seems fitting to examine Les's career up until now and take a look at his latest stupid damned book for which he'll be too well rewarded and also insufficiently grateful.

While it's true that Batiuk had enough honesty at one point to make of Les a bad writer of fiction, he compensated by making him a serviceable author of non-fiction books. His first effort was a sort of crime novel about the otherwise baffling murder of local failed talk show host John Darling. While it seems to not have been published because of some idiotic coincidence, it's held to be a fairly well-written attempt to inform the masses about the mental peculiarities of a TV clown who thinks that a man who didn't actually care that he was cosplaying as a ficus was actually mocking him.

The second book (and the first to be actually published) serves the purpose of showing us that neither Les nor his creator understand the publishing industry all that well. As he moans about having the damned thing adapted and whines about having to flog the thing, Les only seems to display his ignorance of the real world. One would think that he'd know going in that the hard-hitting story about how he stood around like a shivering pillar of shit while his wife died of breast cancer would be a tough sell (especially when it contained the element of his dickweed father in law waiting until after his daughter passed on to postulate that his not talking to her because she brought shame to the family might have been a misstep) and that he should be grateful for the attention given him. If so, one would be ignorant of who moaning idiot and pompous pun-spewing tonedeaf insensitive asshole Les is.

This brings us to his current stupid project: his making a graphic novel about a long-term story arc from the spin-off strip Crankshaft. As nearly as I can recall, the particulars are as follows:

  • Back in the year 1950, there were two sisters named Lillian and Lucy McKenzie.

  • The older sister Lillian was angered by the fact that her younger sister had a fiancee named Eugene because she was a childish nitwit propelled by the idea that she was supposed to get married first because she was older.

  • Eugene got called up to serve in Korea and sent Lucy a letter that said if she didn't get in touch with him at such and such a date, he'd know that she'd moved on.

  • Lucy wrote him a letter arranging to meet at a favourite place of theirs only to have Lillian intercept and destroy it out of pea-brained jealousy.

  • Lucy's response to his being a no-show when his tour of duty (and Lillian's bullshit story as to how HE was the one who'd moved on) was over was to have a nervous breakdown.

  • Since this was the fifties, it's sort of obvious that the doctors dealt with her grief by using what we might call "muscular aggression."

  • Years passed by with Lillian taking care of what used to be Lucy out of a remorse and shame that she refused to share with the outside world because of her legitimate fear that she'd be burned at the stake.

  • After Lucy's death of Alzheimer's, it was revealed that Eugene had, instead of moving on with his life, mutated into a gloomy wraith that had spent the intervening fifty years haunting the shadows mourning the loss of his love because he was too spineless to actually confront her.

  • This, and a health scare, got Lillian to tell Crankshaft's daughter Pam what she did and why.

  • Lillian's clever plan was to leave a letter explaining things to Eugene at the favourite place before they tore it down.

  • The demolition crew tossed it in a recycling bin because they thought it was garbage or something thereby guaranteeing that Eugene would never get closure (by wringing Lillian's scrawny neck for ruining three lives because of imbecile pettiness.)

  • Everyone involved in this mess who isn't Pam Murdoch died miserably ever after.



While it's true that appalling calamities like the one described happen all the damned time and will keep on happening as long as humanity has tenure upon the Earth, what seems obvious is that we're in for a poorly-written and mindlessly melodramatic tsunami of rancid porridge that turns this depressing story of childish vindictiveness, nausea-inducing passivity and horrible timing into a Grand Moral Lesson for the Ages by presenting us with the mawkish image of Eugene and Lucy dancing forever in the same Great White Void Saint Dead Lisa inhabits. What seems even more likely is that unlike in real life, this celebration of interdomestic polecattery, lachrymose stupidity and sadistic coincidences will result in a terrible author being praised with great praise for his alleged skill. Also, the wretched mess will be praised by all as a wonderful gift for his caretaker second wife. It's like how Mike's mangled take on his old landlady's horrible life story is The Great Canadian Novel and how that makes a man who wrote drivel like "The living buried the dead" the Greatest Author EVER.
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As we know, Mike is a socially awkward dork who thinks that he was somehow born better than anyone else despite not having a clue as to how normal people actually behave. This is why he at one point wailed about how awful it was that he had to be the glittering but misunderstood genius his inferiors cruelly mistreated as well as why he confused having to be treated like one of said beefwitted nonentities who weren't as excellent as himself as a demeaning form of torture inflicted by the incompetent on his excellent self. Add in the tendency that this self-absorbed nitwit has to smirk like an idiot when he triumphs over the inferiors who want to enslave him with their family politics and his pathetic mewling when he doesn't get his own way and you quickly realize that you're dealing with a Canadian Content version of another eminently punchable human being that goes a long way towards explaining why newspapers are dying: Les Moore from Tom Batiuk's Funky Winkerbean.

Much as it is with Mike, there isn't a social norm Les is able to wrap his pea brain around. The same man who says gibberish like 'solo car dates' never quite manages to figure out that most of why his students don't thrive like he wants them to is that he's a droning jerk who radiates contempt for anyone not in love with the crap he loves. Rather than accept that he's an incompetent well past his sell-by date, Les joins his fellow failures in blaming the children they can't teach for the poor grades they get. Also, we had to spend a summer in agony watch the mewling nincompoop whine because some poor fool movie director tried to make his beloved book of cancer, loss, heartache, despair and wounds that can never heal into something people would watch without succumbing to darkness-induced audience apathy. Worse, the dick tried to sabotage the thing because the bone they threw him wasn't nearly big enough. It's like watching Mike moan because Gluttson asked him to actually act like a senior editor when that might expose him to criticism. Granted, Michael has yet to make a snippy comment about how people who can't stomach abuse porn are silly people denying reality but that's just because the curtain came down on him before he could whine about the beefwits.

Worst of all, both men are married to a passive-aggressive jerk who cheers on their every stupid move while at the same time tormenting them like a cat does a mouse. Granted, Les had to wait longer because his real wife told him to wait until he was sixty to remarry but both of them found their enabling tormentor. Cayla grins as she allows Les to slobber over Saint Dead Lisa and torments him with scary and wrong expectations that he'll act like a member of society instead of a bizarre freak who can't and won't understand the real world while Deanna allows Mike to fort himself away because she's a G-rated version of the freak from Misery.
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It is not simply the fact that Batiuk made a promise that he simply didn't have it in him to keep or that he's needlessly downbeat or even that he's transfixed by the false belief that people don't want to see drama on the comics page that alienates me the most. His clear inability to see that people want their drama done well (instead of the turgid, implausible mess he thinks is realism) will be the focus of my next essay. His inability to realize that people might actually want his characters to suffer is the focus of this one.

Let's start with the secondary character that this mess is named for. While it is true that he used to be a fairly personable and idealistic kid at one point, those days are long gone. What we're left with is a gloomy, embittered and overweight mess who takes a sort of perverse pride in not being able to relate to his stepson as anything other than an embarrassment and still doesn't want to admit that it was his stupid greed and even stupider need to preen like the failed alpha male he is that ruined Montoni's hopes of becoming a national fixture. As I've said before, the chauvinistic thinking that hampered him back in the eighties clouded his judgment and made him so fixated on showing his ex that he's a bigger deal than she is 'cause he's got a willy that his other crippling flaw of thinking like a drunk screwed things up for him. He is thus an embittered failure clinging to the scraps of his former life and whining about how cruel the world he mostly made is.

That being said, the real main character is a shitwad in his own right. I'm not just talking about how the man has clearly demonstrated that he would prefer the company of his dead wife to the two women he'd arrogantly strung along for a couple of years or his irritating habit of trying to hide his feelings of panic and discomfort behind a wall of wisecracks or even that he's so useless outside of the classroom. What irritates me is that he cannot seem to accept any sort of responsibility for the results of his own dickishness, blindness and entitlement. He too is a carbon copy of Ed "I never met an alibi I didn't like" Crankshaft. The same arrogant selfishness and the same need to use their horrible pasts as an alibi for antisocial behaviour animates them as well.

The worst of it, the reason I really don't care any more is that Batiuk draws them as having aged far before their time. The annoying thing about these people is that they are only a few years older than I am but look as if they're the seventy seven years of age my father would be right now were he still alive. Now don't get me wrong here. I've suffered hardship as well but I don't sit in pizza parlors looking like I'm about to retell a harrowing story about the Korean War; it's like they thought that they were immune to horror and disappointment and...

Damn. That must be why Batiuk went off the rails. He didn't think that having a high PSA count could happen to him. Idiot!!!
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As promised, here's my look at the most interesting part of Batiuk's career; as we know, there were two strips spun off from Winkerbean: Crankshaft and John Darling. The latter was an accounting of the day-to-day life of John Darling, local media figure and total flake; just as Funky was about high school life and Crankshaft about a malapropism-spouting curmudgeon, the third was about a broad parody of the blow-dried brains that bring us our evening news. Also like Crankshaft, it was a collaboration between Batiuk, who wrote the damned thing and Tom Armstrong who did the artwork. After the end, Armstrong would go on to write a strip about a malevolent toddler who resisted toilet training because he liked how having a load in his diapers felt: Marvin. The interesting thing was how the strip ended; from what I understand, Batiuk and the syndicate were in a dispute over who owned the characters so when the strip got the ax, he decided to render him unusable by having him get shot in the second-to-last strip. The last strip, of course, featured his casket being lowered into the ground. The odd thing is that Batiuk was content to leave the matter unresolved for years; the only reason that he did decide on a killer and motive was as a special storyline celebrating the twenty-fifth year of Winkerbean. He had Les Moore play investigative reporter in an attempt to position him as a junior-grade Ann Rule; it turns out that someone named the Plantman killed Darling because he got on his nerves or something. The other odd thing is that Darling's daughter Jessica was folded into the cast of the parent strip; this tells me that when Crankshaft disappears, the characters with the closest connection to Cancerview will do likewise. I'm looking forward to that 'cause I want to see what Mooch did to Mindy Murdoch.
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Now that we're in Phase Three, it's time to take a look at Summer and the rest of her classmates. We, of course, start with her. You'd assume that the daughter of two of the most uncoordinated, nerdy, socially awkward people to ever walk the Earth would be as clumsy, stubborn, slow and otherworldly as her parents. Fortunately, you'd be wrong; one of the things that Les has a right to smirk about is that his daughter is the sort of cool kid he wished he was. Her being the co-captain of the Lady Scapegoats basketball team ensures that she's got the status he never had cowering behind his toy machine gun. Despite a rocky start, Summer has also bonded with Cayla's daughter Keisha; the two of them not only share captain's duties, they sort of share the ambition to get their parents together. They see this as a good thing because they've noticed that they're not the only non-traditional family out there. First off, they have to contend with Rana Howard, late of Kandahar and head cheerleader; she and Jinx Bushka are fairly good advertisements for adoption so the idea of having a sibling of a different ethnicity doesn't phase them. (This is one of the few things that Batiuk hasn't frakked up yet so we should at least spot him this.) About the only dark spot on the horizon they see is Cory Winkerbean; since his step-father neglected him to chase a ludicrous pipe-dream, he's something of a jerk. Not only is he a crappy student, the little fink that thought he'd "punish" his parents for making him attend a charity event instead of staring blindly into space feeling sorry for himself by stealing the proceeds. Most of us see him as following the same pattern that a lot of male characters have. Just as Wally witlessly torpedoed Becky's dreams of going to Julliard and how Mooch Myers smugly ruined Mindy Murdock's life, grinning all the while that she deserved it for trying to force him to be responsible, it seems to a lot of people that Cory will impregnate Summer, refuse to take responsibility and finally destroy Les's friendship with his greedy, amoral moron of a frienemy, Funky.
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The interesting thing is that a lot of the supporting characters started out as people Les taught in Phase 2. As by way of example, we have Susan "Suicide Girl" Smith to contend with. As memory serves, the young woman had a desperate crush on Les and tried to kill herself when it became obvious that he didn't reciprocate; her next stupid attempt to look for love in a wrong place was to hang out with an abusive jock who Les and Lisa got her to stand up to. Too bad that they weren't around when she married another dumbass; otherwise, she'd have avoided a crappy marriage and painful divorce. Another mainstay of the strip is Becky Blackburn-Winkerbean-Howard; her dreams of going to Julliard were cut short in a story line more or less commissioned by MADD. While she's reasonably happy as the replacement for sociopathic lunatic bandmaster Harry Dinkle, she still sort of regrets the loss of her arm. She also doesn't know how to react to the man whose stupidity did that to her: Wally Winkerbean; like his cousin, our boy has a drinking problem that he only acknowledged when something stupid happened. His response was to enlist in the Army and get screwed over by the system because Batiuk thinks of soldiers as people who a) go to university campuses and mow down protesters and b) go to the Third World and mow down brown people. Finally, there's the fellow who worshipped her from afar: John Howard. After graduation, he got into a spot of trouble because Becky's mother and other wanna-be world savers got together and tried to have his comic book store shut down on an obscenity rap; as I said earlier, Lisa handed them their asses on a tray.

Speaking of comic book fans, we must also consider Mopey Pete, the sole member of the latter class of Phase 2 to matter; he and his girlfriend Chien were more or less on the outside looking in socially because, well, of the over-emphasis the student body has on the athletic side of life. He currently hangs out at Montoni's where he writes for DC and waits for classmates Darrin and Mooch to show up. It should be noted that Mooch Myers has some sort of connection to Ed Crankshaft in that he broke up with Cranky's granddaughter Mindy after she tried to get him to settle down. Since he's a parasite and proud of it, he thinks that that's a good thing. Since Darrin is a bit thick, he doesn't hand the lazy shit his ass. What he can do is be grateful that Les managed to find out who killed his wife Jessica's dad, John "Ted Baxter Lite" Darling.
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To complete our look at Les, we have to remind ourselves that he'd have been strictly nowhere as a man without Lisa's presence in his life. As Batiuk's flashbacks remind us, she started out as a more or less distaff counterpart to him; she too was sort of shy, sort of geeky and the rest. If her parents hadn't transferred her to Westview's evil counterpart Big Mountain, their lives would have a damned sight easier. As it was, she wound up getting date raped by some creep named Big Frankie; originally, it was consensual but, well, Batiuk had to amp up the misery. In any event, Mister Crawford never forgave Lisa for that; it was always an obstacle that kept him from acknowledging her and her accomplishments; Mrs Crawford stood in the background, passively wringing her hands instead of her husband's fool neck so, well, we had to deal with the spectacle of a fairly competent figure estranged from incompetent parents. Despite Les's attempt to be a stand-up guy, give up on University and start a family with her, Lisa gave her son up for adoption. The sad thing is that she'd thought that she'd have time to get to know him when she was older. In the mean time, she'd become a fairly competent lawyer who defended the characters from their enemies; her signature case was keeping John Howard's comic book shop from being closed down by an army of idiots with a bug up their asses about obscenity. Her personal life, of course, was complicated by her being the easily-antagonized female in the standard Belligerent Sexual Tension pairing; Les would say or do something stupid without intending harm, she'd get all huffy, lather, rinse and repeat. One must also note that Les had acquired an annoyance that got in the way: Suicide Girl. In any event, they eventually got together and finally got married to the relief of their exasperated peers. Since the God of the Batiukverse is a bit of a bastard, they did not have a happy ending. What they did get is her pretty much willing herself to die because saving her life would have been too much like work. It was it this point that Darin found out he was her son; at the time, we were all wondering if the two of them would get together and connect before she died. We also had to contend with the fact that her idiot father finally showed up seeking closure; since her dying was the only thing that stirred the dunce to get off his high horse and admit that he was proud of her, we can safely call that admission as worthless as he is. Lisa now manifests herself as sort of a dead hand that guides Les's behavior; not only do we have the creepy-ass videos she made for Summer, we have his needing approval from her ghost before seeking a relationship with Cayla Williams. Sadly, there is still a presence from his past that threatens his happiness; Suicide Girl thinks that now that Lisa is out of the way, the same Destiny that made her try to kill herself when he rebuffed her has ensured that she will finally be the Mrs Les Moore that she wanted to be when she was a high school sophomore crushing on an oblivious dope with a helmet-like hairdo. His opinion in the matter being as it is optional ensures cheap theatrics and annoying smirking.
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Before I start to discuss what's happening in Les's life nowadays, I'd like to remind you all of a bizarre phenomenon that seems to have taken hold in the Batiukverse; for some odd reason, Les and the other members of the Core Four look much older than they're supposed to. Much as a newcomer to FBorFW would assume that Gord and Tracey Mayes were John's friends instead of Mike's, someone who'd never encountered Funky Winkerbean would assume that Les is sixty-six instead of forty-six. About the only thing that distinguishes Les from the other victims of premature aging is that he finally looks good; the helmet-like hair that made his skull look rectangular has thinned and gone a pleasant salt-and-pepper tone and his mustache and beard are drawing attention away from his eyes. That being said, he's a good looking mess. Without Lisa to keep him stable, his need to protect Summer and his unawareness of the appropriate tend to make him fret about solo car dates and watch over her at practice like he's gone totally creepy uncle. Also, it took him years to move on after Lisa died; not only did his natural shyness inhibit him, he had to wait for the approval of Lisa's ghost before asking Cayla out. Another interesting side-effect of his otherworldliness is his inability to realize that his old friend Funky has become a self-destructive nitwit whose greed and stupidity bid fair to wreck a lot of lives.
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As I sort of mentioned yesterday, Batiuk didn't do what Lynn did when he divided his strip into its three eras; what he did back in the late eighties is jump ahead in time from graduation to about ten years later. That meant instead of seeing Les as a university student working towards a B.Ed., we found our helmet-haired protagonist teaching English at Westview High. The interesting thing about that is that his mentor Mr Fairgood was now principal and thus his boss. The other interesting thing is that Les, while being good at his job, was still sort of awkward outside the classroom; this, of course, ensured that he spent most of Phase Two fumbling the ball when trying to connect with his lawyer girlfriend Lisa Crawford. The only reason that they did eventually get married was that Suicide Girl finally admitted to intercepting some sort of letter from Lisa expressing her feelings. In a kinder world, that would be the part where they lived happily ever after; sadly, this is the Batiukverse so they had a rather crappy life. Since he and Lisa never really had much, they had to start off living in the apartment over Montoni's; we also had to deal with Lisa's first brush with the cancer that eventually killed her, her having to give birth in the ICU because she got caught in the first WTC blast and, finally, her slow, lingering death from the cancer that Doctor Lethal failed to catch in time. All the while, Les stood there with his baffled frown doing his best to be supportive despite not having two clues to rub together. He thus ended Phase Two mourning his wife, raising their child on his own and not realizing that she was pulling his leg when she told him to wait until he was sixty or so to remarry.
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To understand the comic strip Funky Winkerbean at all, one has to keep two things in mind. The first thing is that it's the saga of four men who went to High School in the late 1970s -Les Moore, "Crazy" Harry Klinghorn, Bull Bushka and the eponymous Funky Winkerbean- and their friends and relations. The second fact is that of the four, Funky is not the central character; while the strip still bears his name despite Batiuk's attempt to change it into Winkerbean and Company, he's only sort of a sidekick. The protagonist is the first man  I mentioned: Les Moore. Since Batiuk has divided his strips into three eras which he calls "phases", it seems fair to start our look at  Les Moore as he was in High School or, as Batiuk calls it, Phase One. While a reasonably diligent student, it would be a kindness to say that he played a rather poor social game; in fact, the only reason he had a social life was because he'd befriended the title character. He lacked social skills, confidence with girls, the courage to stand up to an embittered and angry victim of abuse and, most telling of all, athletic skills. That last sort of disturbs the Les Moore of Phase Three the most; even thought he's sort of confused by how athletic his daughter is, he wishes that the genes for sports prowess hadn't skipped a generation; that way, he wouldn't have had been forced to absorb so much humiliation in gym class. Even his on-again, off-again dalliance with Lisa Crawford was an example of awkwardness; thirty years have come and gone and people still remember that when they kissed, their orthodontic appliances got stuck together.

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