Drew Magary is a bit of a grinch about Charlie Brown

Don't get me started on George Bailey, that friggin' wuss.

 

Someone musta pissed in Magary's cereal today or something. First, the Charlie Brown rant, which was downright unAmerican. Now, he leads off his weekly Jamboroo blasting the guys on the Visa commercial who have attended every Super Bowl. I happen to find those guys oddly refreshing.

 

I was watching Snoopy Come Home recently for the first time as an adult, and that show was flat-out depressing. I'd seen it as a kid, and it seemed like a sad show, but as an adult, wow.

 

I bawled my eyes out as a kid on that one. "Noooooo dooooggggs allowed (and birds!)" I suspect I would do the same now. But, then, Charles Shultz had one more, incredibly depressing arrow in his quiver: "Why, Charlie Brown, Why?" about Linus falling for a little girl who subsequently is diagnosed with leukemia:

 

When Magary first started writing his rants, I laughed. But I wondered at the time where he goes from there. If your writing voice emerges from a 14-year old middlebrow everyman's mindset, you can't really ever start writing seriously, can you? Aren't you stuck doing fart jokes forever?

 

Snooooooopy, snooooooopy, come home, come home come home.
COME HOME COME HOME.

Agreed. I remember being very sad as a child because Snoopy was gone. Very sad.

 

Drew=Mr. Potter.

 

The art of ranting like an adult, I fear, seems to have been lost.

 

Yep. So many of the new media stars see themselves as Howard Beale when they're really John Blutarsky.

 

My father now almost 80, used to always say to me as a kid, upon catching me in a profanity-laced tirade (a tendency which still exists for me to this day, despite my efforts to the contrary), "Swearing is the verbal crutch of a mental cripple." Dear ol' dad is about a universe or nine removed from the Drew Magarys of the world, in both style and substance, but this thread has firmly planted that line in my head after years of lying dormant.

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just watched that whole show on youtube. Never saw it before, never heard of it before. But then the credits rolled and I saw it came out originally in 1990, so I was already 30 years old. Still, had my 50-year-old eyes tearing up a little. In the end, though, a cliched ending.

But if they had the girl die I suppose it wouldn't have been a very good show for kids. As it is, it seems like a total bummer for kids anyway, although it might be something worthwhile for young kids who have friends get childhood cancer.