Garfield: US Ambassador to Al-Queda?
I couldn’t agree more with Steve’s comments regarding Garfield. I could have addressed them in the comments, but I want to make my confession public.
I used to love Garfield.
For some weird reason when I was a third grader, I really liked that stupid orange cat. I had Garfield comic books and even a plush Garfield doll! But the entire reason that I liked him was that I drew comics that featured eyes that happened to look just like Garfield’s. Now, the content of those comics was entirely a Sci-Fi/Fantasy cross between a galactic version of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and my own bizarre imagination. But there was no lasagna. At all.
And this is where Jim Davis’s comic suffers immensely. It actually has Lasagna.
But in all seriousness: Why read Garfield when it only takes American reality and adds an anthropomorphic twist badly lacking any sense of irony? The cartoon is all about obesity, gluttony, boredom, Monday-hating, TV-watching, and laziness. Add to all of that a cat and you have a typical American home. Really, it’s no surprise the American people eat it up just like everything else. But as Bill Murray once said, “People are morons. People eat blood sausage.”
Could it be true? Is Jim Davis un-American? Perhaps the Unamerican Activities Committee should be notified of his suspicious behavior. I mean, Is it absolutely neccessary that he broadcast worldwide our entire culture’s convicting identification with sloth incarnate? C’mon, Jim! For dignity’s sake, you could at least add an ounce of humorous self-deprecation so we can mock ourselves in a sophisticated way!
Drive with a Garfield stick-on in your window and you’re riding with bin Laden!
And seriously, how often can Jon tip his head back and unhinge his jaw, yelling, “GARRRRFIIIIEEEELLLLD!”
Doesn’t this guy have TMJ by now?