We no longer have to deal with cloying, unfunny religious-right sermons from a comic-strip caveman whose very name means Christ hasn’t been born yet. But, the defenders will say we should remember Hart’s earlier work, back when he was still funny and creative. I would say that even then, his work was often slipshod and formulaic. Hart’s ’60s-’70s peak came during a low point in the comic-strip scene, as newspaper editors slashed space and promoted the most banal forms of graphic entertainment. Hart was a hack who happened to be in the right place at the right time, and who was occasionally capable of rising to, if not heights, at least medium-heights of whimsy.