Crankshaft by Tom Batiuk and Dan Davis for February 07, 2025

“Harry, how would you like a thunderbolt where the sun don’t shine?”

“What? That could be anywhere in Westview!”

The artwork continues its inexorable decline. Today the “Band Room” sign isn’t taped to the door. Is there no respect for tradition?

The football team would say the field is for us, not a band.

You guys, I am about gone. Unless someone can tell me what I’m missing here. What in the world…..?

Yes, Mr. Batiuk, by all means forego putting a joke in today’s strip, so you can instead squeeze in the title of one of your old “FW” paperback books. And why is the “Band Room” sign on the inside of the door?

Ye Gods, when are we going to get back to Skip Bittman’s insightful interview of Batton Thomas?

Where’s, uh, what’s his name again? Spunky? No, wait, wait, I got it – Crummy? No! Cranky! Yeah, that’s it! Where the hxxx IS CRANKY??!

Why is this guy always dressed up like Admiral Yamamoto?

This is pointless.

Batiuk’s vision of himself as “God” is even weirder than Trump’s, but (so far) not as dangerous.

Comics malpractice!

Batty’s doing a story arc parroting a 62-year-old bit by a comedian who was found guilty of assault. Lazy, derivative and creepy—it’s the Batiuk trifecta!

Another day without Crankshaft!!!!!

You would have to follow this thing closely to know what’s going on. And then you wouldn’t like it.

Oh God, please, no more of this. Just take this guy “home” with you.

TOMORROW—-The Parting Of The Red Shower Room

zzzzzzzzzzzz…..zzzzzzzzzzzzzz….zzzzzzzzzzzzzz….wake me when this becomes a REAL comic strip again. Nuff said.

meanwhile crankshaft is learning how to make feral hogs bump into cars