Dear Editor
I am writing to recommend that you begin running the new comic strip Barney & Clyde in your newspaper. This is a sure way to boost circulation of your dying, recrudescent, putrid rag.
Test-marketing with focus groups composed of dimwitted, slack-jawed mouth-breathers like your readers have shown Barney & Clyde will increase newspaper circulation by at least 300 percent. In addition, scientific studies undertaken at Johns Hopkins and Harvard Medical School have shown that reading Barney & Clyde for one week increases good cholesterol by 50 percent and cures cancer in laboratory rats.
In a period of high unemployment, this strip will provide high-paying jobs for thousands of Korean cartoonists. Chinese toy makers who will pirate the licensed products derived from the strip will hire tens of thousands of laborers at near-slave wages, and you will be able to sell ads for the stores that sell these cheap knock-offs that steal money from the creators.
Finally, if you do not run this strip, you will be demonstrating once and for all your rabid hatred of America, which IS WHAT I ALWAYS SUSPECTED.
Sincerely yours,
A Devoted Reader.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Don't Nail Him Yet.
Tinker, tailor, soldier sailor,
Rich man, poor man, beggarman, thief.
The contrast of rich and poor, to have and have not, is fraught with humor. Reaching back as far as the Bible, the opposition of wealth and poverty has provided a veritable mine of laughter for the writer. Who can forget that humorous parable of The Rich Man and the Beggar?
There was a rich man, traditionally called Dives. Dives is just Latin for rich, which leads some commentators to suspect that the story was a well-known moral fable and not absolutely true, unlike, for instance, the story of Adam and Eve and the talking serpent. Be that as it may, the story, minus the rich man's name, is in Luke, chapter 16, verse 19 ff.
The rich man dressed in purple and fine linen, and he had a rich man's diet, which is to say, he had clogged arteries. As this was about 2,000 years before statins, one can assume that he was not far from the "big one."
The poor man's name we do know for certain: Lazarus. Now nothing good ever happens to a man named Lazarus in the New Testament. You would think that parents would have caught on to that and named their son something else, like Melvin maybe, but that would take another 1900 years or so. The new calendar was probably to blame. People were still writing B.C. on their checks. "Are we in the Old Testament or New?"
Anyway, Lazarus was poor. How poor was he? He was so poor that he had to be carried to the rich man's door. He couldn't afford to walk. Lazarus was so poor that he would have been content just to eat the crumbs that fell from the rich man's table, or even from his beard, if the rich man was anything like Dom DeLuise. Lazarus was so poor that the only health care that he could get was when a dog would lick his open sores. Luke doesn't say what kind of dog gave medical care in those days. We can imagine it was something like Odie in "Garfield." Lots of slobbering. Or it might just have been going after the same crumbs that Lazarus was trying to eat, and not giving health care at all. It likely didn't have a license, either to give health care or the regular kind for dogs.
According to Luke, Lazarus and the rich man happened to die at about the same time. Luke doesn't say that it was a murder-suicide, but he hints at it. For all we know, they might have died in a suicide-camel bombing by the People's Front of Judea (or the Judean People's Front). We do know that through some bureaucratic mix-up, the rich man ended up in Hell and Lazarus went to Heaven. At least, that's how the rich man saw it. (This is where the suicide-camel bombing is useful to explain the confusion. Bits and pieces of Lazarus and the rich man, the camel, possibly some innocent bystanders, were all thrown about by the blast, Some of the dogs could have run off with the choicer cuts. It can be understood if the morticians had trouble fitting the right head with the right torso and so on. I'm not saying that this is actually what happened, but it's a good working hypothesis.) The rich man looked up and saw Lazarus in Heaven, eating strawberry pie with whipped cream. (Thus the expression "pie in sky.") Being rich, this made him mad, seeing as how strawberries were out of season, and only a rich person should be eating them. The rich man complained to his congressman, who was conveniently nearby. But that didn't do any good, so he demanded to speak directly to the man at the top, Abraham.
"There must be some mistake. I paid for a first-class berth, and here I am in steerage," he complained. "Why is that fellow up there with you? I demand an upgrade."
Abraham put the rich man straight. "You had a good time when you were alive, while Lazarus could only get health care with dog spit. Now that you are both dead, Lazarus is getting his just desserts."
"That's not funny."
Rich man, poor man, beggarman, thief.
The contrast of rich and poor, to have and have not, is fraught with humor. Reaching back as far as the Bible, the opposition of wealth and poverty has provided a veritable mine of laughter for the writer. Who can forget that humorous parable of The Rich Man and the Beggar?
There was a rich man, traditionally called Dives. Dives is just Latin for rich, which leads some commentators to suspect that the story was a well-known moral fable and not absolutely true, unlike, for instance, the story of Adam and Eve and the talking serpent. Be that as it may, the story, minus the rich man's name, is in Luke, chapter 16, verse 19 ff.
The rich man dressed in purple and fine linen, and he had a rich man's diet, which is to say, he had clogged arteries. As this was about 2,000 years before statins, one can assume that he was not far from the "big one."
The poor man's name we do know for certain: Lazarus. Now nothing good ever happens to a man named Lazarus in the New Testament. You would think that parents would have caught on to that and named their son something else, like Melvin maybe, but that would take another 1900 years or so. The new calendar was probably to blame. People were still writing B.C. on their checks. "Are we in the Old Testament or New?"
Anyway, Lazarus was poor. How poor was he? He was so poor that he had to be carried to the rich man's door. He couldn't afford to walk. Lazarus was so poor that he would have been content just to eat the crumbs that fell from the rich man's table, or even from his beard, if the rich man was anything like Dom DeLuise. Lazarus was so poor that the only health care that he could get was when a dog would lick his open sores. Luke doesn't say what kind of dog gave medical care in those days. We can imagine it was something like Odie in "Garfield." Lots of slobbering. Or it might just have been going after the same crumbs that Lazarus was trying to eat, and not giving health care at all. It likely didn't have a license, either to give health care or the regular kind for dogs.
According to Luke, Lazarus and the rich man happened to die at about the same time. Luke doesn't say that it was a murder-suicide, but he hints at it. For all we know, they might have died in a suicide-camel bombing by the People's Front of Judea (or the Judean People's Front). We do know that through some bureaucratic mix-up, the rich man ended up in Hell and Lazarus went to Heaven. At least, that's how the rich man saw it. (This is where the suicide-camel bombing is useful to explain the confusion. Bits and pieces of Lazarus and the rich man, the camel, possibly some innocent bystanders, were all thrown about by the blast, Some of the dogs could have run off with the choicer cuts. It can be understood if the morticians had trouble fitting the right head with the right torso and so on. I'm not saying that this is actually what happened, but it's a good working hypothesis.) The rich man looked up and saw Lazarus in Heaven, eating strawberry pie with whipped cream. (Thus the expression "pie in sky.") Being rich, this made him mad, seeing as how strawberries were out of season, and only a rich person should be eating them. The rich man complained to his congressman, who was conveniently nearby. But that didn't do any good, so he demanded to speak directly to the man at the top, Abraham.
"There must be some mistake. I paid for a first-class berth, and here I am in steerage," he complained. "Why is that fellow up there with you? I demand an upgrade."
Abraham put the rich man straight. "You had a good time when you were alive, while Lazarus could only get health care with dog spit. Now that you are both dead, Lazarus is getting his just desserts."
"That's not funny."
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Coming soon to a newspaper near you!
Hie thee over to Facebook for the latest info on the June 7 launch in The Washington Post. The new strip, written by Gene and his son Dan, drawn by Virginian David Clark (not to be confused with Dave Clark of the Dave Clark Five), debuts on June 7. The strip is about the unlikely and accidental friendship between billionaire pharmaceutical magnate Barney and self-described bum Clyde. (Hobos send your angry comments to Gene.) It is presently scheduled to appear in The Post, but is being syndicated by the Post Writers Group. As yet there is NO iPhone app to send the strip directly to your phone so that you can avoid buying a newspaper.
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