We cartoonists tend to be an unpredictable lot. People love us or hate us; it goes with the territory. We are not oblivious to our faults, as E. Segar notes here in this panel from Thimble Theater sometime in the 1930’s. The goal is to point out the foibles of human nature, and those who have been pointed at rarely appreciate the attention.
I’m used to the potshots hurled in my direction. After all, when you’ve assumed the position of village idiot, it’s only natural that those who consider themselves superior would try to portray me in a negative light to make themselves look brighter.
Some readers have become annoyed with me for moderating their comments. In this freewheeling internet world, it sometimes becomes necessary to keep the conversation from devolving into a barroom brawl. It’s easy to do when you can toss insults without worrying about getting punched in the snotlocker. And there are some who insist on having the last word, which can lead to an endless back-and-forth that ultimately goes nowhere.
So it’s my blog and my rules, as contradictory as they may seem at times. Failure to comply can lead to banishment. You can always start your own blog, and whup on me to your heart’s content. Some already have.