Mr. Am is fucking Dick Cheney, John D. Rockefeller and John Galt all rolled into one big antimatter Santa. Think of it--this to the anti-union, highly right-wing Gray, was the unattainable ideal. Mr. Am with his happy slave army down below. Well, he says they're happy. We never even see one of their faces so we don't know. Jesus. These are things any antebellum plantation owner might say.
I'm sorry, but I have always thought both Mr. Am and Daddy Warbucks were fucking evil, all the way back to when I read these in NEMO. And I think at the time Richard Marschall, who I think is rather conservative(please correct me if that's not so), wrote favorably of Gray's POV. And I'm speaking as someone who enjoys Chester Gould. But the thing about Gray is that there's something unavoidably creepy and dark about the style that makes me wonder how anyone ever began associating "cute" with this property.