O’Malley is probably the comic of my generation. Or the comic for me, anyway. He feels like an evolution (or mutation) on the late-00s Tim & Eric style deadpans about the ubiquity or corporate culture, and the cult of “doing business.” Where the Tim and Eric characters are typically these mind-numbed boobs at the center of a world that makes cogs of them, O’Malley is a slobbering, red-faced man.

I rewatched all the Mad Max movies recently, and what struck me was how they treat our probably reaction to apocalypse: not sad-sack resignation, but a kind of frothing mania.

O’Malley is like this for late capitalism: the barking mad wannabe YouTube conspiracist, the used car salesman sweating through a free golf polo, the every-ninth-weekend-custody dad of two ungrateful kids and an ugly dog. Looking around at our world, I feel like he offers a very contemporary, true vision of where we’re headed. And where we are. That is to say: ugly and filthy and completely insane.