My first thought from the reading the subject line was also that “BC Comic” referred to British Columbia. I haven’t thought about the strip as a going concern in years, and am used to seeing it written “B.C.” with periods in the name.
My second thought, on reading the OP, was that it was an “I burning your dog” reference, which IS funny.
Or would be. But no. It’s just a rather unfunny comic strip.
I disagree, however, with those who claim that, in essence, people who can joke about such things are a few steps closer to being able to commit or condone those acts. On the contrary, to someone like me, the less real the possibility seems, the funnier it is.
Animal abuse, when real, is horrifying. However, surreal suffering (when clearly not real and absurdly presented) can be funny… Like the infamous “Dogs Playing Tethercat” Far Side cartoon, depicting two dogs who’d tied a cat to a pole and were batting it between the two of them. One of the Angry Letters written to Gary Larson (the cartoonist) about this one snapped, “This is not funny. I lost two cats this way.”
Which, to me, is actually funny as a response, a la the one liner at the end of the movie The Naked Gun after Victor Ludwig dies from falling off a ledge, getting run over by a steamroller, and is finally trampled by a school marching band playing “Louie, Louie” (“What a horrible way to go… My father went the same way!”). So dogs tied up not one, but TWO of your cats?!
Yes, I know, I assume he meant cruel strangers and not dogs… But such acts of cruelty are so far removed from my conception of possibility that they become funny. I suppose if I HAD seen a cat tied up and batted around, or could really conceive of it actually happening, it would not seem funny (I myself have two cats for pets). But it’s so impossibly incongruous to me, that it does.
Does that make any sense?
Similarly I find certain kinds of ethnic jokes hilarious exactly because they seem like complete caricatures to me; the associated stereotypes seem so ridiculous to me that citing them seems an exercise in absurdism. For example, growing up in NYC with many Jewish friends, jokes that play on Jewish stereotypes seem funny to me in this way (it doesn’t help that my Jewish friends themselves often tell some variety of them), yet I have to constantly remind myself that telling such a joke to newly-met people is a big No-No.
For example: Two Jews are walking down the street and walk past a church with a sign out in front, reading: “LUNCHTIME SPECIAL! GET BAPTIZED AND RECEIVE $10!”
The one says to the other, “Can you believe this? This can’t be for real!” His friend replies, “Wait here. I’m going to find out.” With that, he enters the church. About 15 minutes later, he comes back out.
“So, was it for real?”
“You went in and they baptized you, just like that, wham-bam?”
“And did they give you ten dollars?”
His friend gives him a look. “Money! Is that all you Jews think about?”
At the same time, jokes I have heard that play on negative stereotypes of black people make me very uncomfortable, because I HAVE heard those stereotypes espoused for real from people in my life.