Here's the problem with Robert Crumb. He's an artist who is deeply disturbed by the ugliness of modern culture. He uses the common debating technique of the reductio ad absurdum to make his satirical arguments. His criticisms are perfectly correct, and he's been willing to dig into the worst cesspits Whiteman has built. But, sadly, he has no solutions to offer. Just criticism. Brilliant criticism, to my mind, but it ends there. Maybe it's all the acid he used to eat; burned out the ol' creative compassion circuits? Or maybe he's just as nutty as the rest of his family.