The last new Calvin and Hobbes appeared December 31st, 1995. That was fourteen years ago. The Far Side ended a year before that.
Not since Charles Schulz died and the last original Peanuts was published over ten years ago (February 13, 2000) has anything worth looking at appeared on the comics page of any major newspaper.
Dilbert hates his job. Garfield loves lasagna. Cathy thinks she's fat. Nobody understands Doonesbury. God only knows why Rex Morgan and Mary Worth are still running. The Lockhorns hate each other and Crankshaft hates everyone and everything, we get it.
The concepts are flat and repetitive, the jokes are hackneyed and predictable, and the format kills any and all artistic expression, experimentation, or innovation.
Not only is the product not worth going out of your way for, but to see it you have to pay around a dollar a day to have a pile of the lowest grade paper known to man delivered to you, the handling of which gets your hands and clothes filthy, and when your done with it, you have a seven pounds of garbage to dispose of.
Don't even get me started on the 'editorial' cartoons, which for the last year (at least in the States) have been nothing more than racist depictions of Obama and three thousand variations of 'It snowed this winter so Global Warming's not real.'
But no, newspaper comics aren't bad per se.
It's just that, like the newspapers themselves, they are only a shadow of their former glory, kept going at this point by the sheer force of inertia.
This is the Twenty-first Century. Why do people insist on clinging to what is essentially a seventeenth century medium?