Quigman cartoons have never been very attractive, but Buddy's output over a two-week period through early May, 2007 speaks volumes of a fevered soul who's forgotten how to be funny. These angry, ghastly, images are more than just bad art, they're a reverse-Rohrsach from a bitter, third-rate cartoonist who's about as relevant as a manual typewriter. Strictly my opinion, of course.