Double whoa what
Nightmarish puns, wanton violence upon infected flesh, repeated aggressive pointing; today’s comic is everything Fredric Wertham railed against in ‘The Seduction Of The Innocent”. I can only apologise and hope to weather the storm I have brought upon myself.
John, is John you?
Wait, hang on, is that Dan
Wait, hang on, turns out Silvery Moon answers this and I’d just forgotten.
Ah, ‘The Man’s Squeezin’ My Whitlow’. A great Billy Bragg B-side from back in the day.
I hear it’s on the tape of sad songs played only on special occasions at Dorado’s.
“Nightmarish puns”, but at least you didn’t use “axe of God”.
OwOwOw!
Missed opportunity!!
The laws of God are higher than the laws of man! Except in civil court.
And that poke on the nose was perilously close to a Poke In The Eye!
“The Man’s Squeezin’ My Whitlow!”
Is that some kind of Cornish rhyming slang that I simply can’t parse?
(Yes, yes. I know it’s “herpes finger,” but I like the idea of Cornish rhyming slang.)
I believe this to be the first appearance of a whitlow in any comic strip, anywhere, and I defy anyone to prove me wrong.
Was that John drawn from memory or from intense personal study
Just a feeling, a deep feeling about the character. A dithering wreck.
I like Lottie’s optimism in that she would be able to keep them apart!
Totally understandable reaction, but he is literally(?) POKING THE (figurative) BEAR.
Careful there. It looks as if the good reverend is about to go “Old Testament” on someone’s derrière.
Lottie’s admiration for Penrose is more and more deep ♡. I love the pink smoke in the shop ♡♡♡.
Her look of admiration in panel 2 is priceless!
May the next Steeple story be the tale of this lawsuit, and the definitive John Allison takedown of the entire vaping industry.
As a Patreon pre-reader, I come to the individual posts primarily anticipating Ronald’s next move over Lottie’s or The Rev’s
My favourite Wertham story is when he attended a comics convention to give a talk and he was surprised that people booed him.
Talk about not being able to read a room…
As someone who has worked in the back office of an insurance company the actu-arially bring back many memories, some good, some bad, but as always people love the name so much they keep using “actuary” when they mean “underwriter” or “loss adjuster”.
No wonder Mrs. Clovis only lets Reverend David Penrose out at night.
I hope this “show of force” shows Penrose the light.
Saved them from the beast man and the Reverend gets the blame…no good deed goes unpunished.
Ewww. Aren’t whitlows contagious? Better wash yer hands, Reverend!
An insurance company holding out on paying because they could construe a priest with an axe as an act of God? Eminently believable.
I believe it actually falls under “Axe of God”.
“If you have to axe, simply don’t”
It almost looks like the shopowner is presenting John as the “fifteen grand of damage”!
Maybe John’s therapy bills will eventually amount to 15,000 pounds.
(or is therapy covered by the NHS?)
15,000 pounds would be a lot of paper. No matter which interpretation of the word you use. 😉
“Double Whoa What”
“Seven,” Lottie. It’s Double Whoa Seven. 😉
Well-struck, sir. Well-struck!
Thanks. I make the effort. 🙂
I waited 24 hours to comment.
I have a hatchet. A very sharp hatchet.
I went and admired my hatchet while reading this.
I also remembered accusations and adjudications.
Also, the hatchet.
I promise I’ll be good. And just.