"In like a dimwit, out like a light"
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A cheap little rhyme that lands like a slap: you stumble into the world dumb and noisy, then get switched off without ceremony. Walt Kelly, the sly moralist behind Pogo, had a gift for making American self-satisfaction sound ridiculous in eight words. The sing-song cadence is the trap. It’s the sort of phrase you could imagine on a diner placemat or drifting out of a barroom argument. Then you notice what it’s doing: collapsing the grand narrative of progress into a pratfall and a blackout.
Kelly’s intent is less cosmic than cultural. “Dimwit” isn’t “innocent” or “pure”; it’s willfully thick, the kind of ignorance that mistakes itself for common sense. In the Pogo universe, that’s not a personal failing so much as a public condition: a country that barrels into decisions, wars, panics, crusades, convinced that confidence is the same thing as competence. The second half, “out like a light,” borrows the language of getting knocked out, falling asleep, losing consciousness. Death, yes, but also the American talent for forgetting: yesterday’s outrage, yesterday’s lessons, yesterday’s promises. Lights off, brain off.
The subtext is Kelly’s trademark: a comic strip as a pressure valve for Cold War anxiety and political cant. He didn’t need a sermon; he needed a punchline sharp enough to puncture pomposity. The rhyme makes it memorable, the insult makes it sting, and the abrupt “out” makes the ending feel as final as the thing we keep pretending isn’t coming.
Kelly’s intent is less cosmic than cultural. “Dimwit” isn’t “innocent” or “pure”; it’s willfully thick, the kind of ignorance that mistakes itself for common sense. In the Pogo universe, that’s not a personal failing so much as a public condition: a country that barrels into decisions, wars, panics, crusades, convinced that confidence is the same thing as competence. The second half, “out like a light,” borrows the language of getting knocked out, falling asleep, losing consciousness. Death, yes, but also the American talent for forgetting: yesterday’s outrage, yesterday’s lessons, yesterday’s promises. Lights off, brain off.
The subtext is Kelly’s trademark: a comic strip as a pressure valve for Cold War anxiety and political cant. He didn’t need a sermon; he needed a punchline sharp enough to puncture pomposity. The rhyme makes it memorable, the insult makes it sting, and the abrupt “out” makes the ending feel as final as the thing we keep pretending isn’t coming.
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