What Cracked Plaster Means to Me
by Ace Brewsky-SmytheGee...what can I say about this strip that I can spell? I believe the immortal Steve Morse of Kansas (Topeka, I think...) said it best when he screamed "Carry On My Wayward Son" for the very first time. To me, Cracked Plaster isn't simply a comic strip, but a way of life. The subtle nuances of the cult of Hick personality in this tour de force of collegiate living, blending machismo with pathological errors in the fundamental belief systems of the lead characters (with the rather notable exception of myself), seems to convey a whimsical and satirical examination of the basic middle class ethic--the tearing down of Authoritarian walls while advocating mindless, blinding violence. It is not simply enough to label the expletives and grammatical atrocities uttered by Ace as mere "pop psychology"; his actions portray rebellion at its finest--against feminism, academic institutions, and basic Judeo-Christian values, among others. |
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