http://www.nowtoronto.com/news/story.cfm?content=164593

And if you think making cracks at a person’s own artistic expression is not a personal attack then I guess there is no reason to even try debating with you.
“Hey Picasso! Cubism sucks! No offense Eh?”

If there is a story element, a use of colour or evening a way you find it could have been better then go ahead tell us we don’t mind criticism. If every time in school you did a project and your teacher just shouted out “It looks like dog crap!” and walked away.. that is the equivalent of how your “critiques” have gone every time.

As well if I had ever seen you post a single comment that said you liked or enjoyed a strip I would take more of what you said with a grain of salt but what you do is more like a tantrum for a kid not getting it his way.

We’ve carried on for over 5 years here. Aside from the time people were gracious and generous enough to aid me when my bike was stolen, we don’t get many hand-outs. We have a “tip jar” icon where people can donate if they wish as websites do cost money to maintain, but fans only used once in a blue moon. (Thanks to those that have in the past) so we pretty much cover all our costs and spends hours working to put a single strip up. No begging here pal. Begging is asking something for nothing.

American Idol and soup kitchens get funding to do what they do (sadly American Idol gets way more talk about social injustice). We don’t, we slog away and do this on the side of our full time plus side jobs. As you so eloquently said in your rebuttal “Drop a dog turd into a bowl of soup you hand out at the soup kitchen for homeless vets who hear voices from fire hydrants, and you’d better expect a complaint or two.” We’ve heard more then a complaint or two from you. Even a crazy veteran would get out of the soup line by now.

Give me some qualitative criticism instead of quantitative criticism and you would have my respect. What you’re doing right now is the curse of the internet, where even a child mashing keys can be posted for hundreds of thousands to see.

What I think is really funny is how when I attack the work, people attack ME in response. THEN, have the audacity to call me childish.

Critiquing the work, no matter how harshly, is just that. A commentary on the work. I didn’t call Rob names, I didn’t call Ramon names, I didn’t attack them personally at all.

Yet, Rob, and Ramon to a much, much, lesser degree respond as if personally affronted and accosted. A very strange response from people maintaining an internet business based on begging for handouts for producing work to be enjoyed. Yet, when you don’t enjoy it, or you don’t get it according to the self-established schedule, don’t you dare criticize any of it! No, no, no. It’s free, you see?

Free is this magical shield against any and all complaints. American Idol is free, but it’s terrible shit. Drop a dog turd into a bowl of soup you hand out at the soup kitchen for homeless vets who hear voices from fire hydrants, and you’d better expect a complaint or two.

But, if it’s a webcomic, watch out, buddy! You ain’t got no right, and the slavering hordes of crotch-sniffing webcomic zombie fans will thrash you a good one with baseless fucking personal insults, and high-minded, holier-than-though bashing, too!

My anonymity. Well, I really don’t give a flying fuck up a cat’s asshole if you like it or not. I could easily make up a fake, but real-sounding, name and post under that. I could be David Davidson, Ryan Seabastian-Smythe, Penelope Christ, Ayn Pollack, or Suzie Perkins. Or, I could refuse to play your entirely fictitious internet-name-game and post under a pseudonym and be completely honest about desiring my anonymity. All you have to do, is fuck off.

Let me boil down my criticism of this lousy fucking strip to its base elements:

It really, really sucks. Do better.

To boil down my criticism of Ramon’s ability to maintain a schedule:

You can’t. Stop trying to do it, and you’ll stop apologizing.

Concerning the comic, i love it.

We really don’t take anything he has to say to heart and God knows I’ve tried to bring out some form of verbal jousting but it is all for naught. People will shoot off their mouths it’s just one of life’s little truths.