What if the Survivors of an Apocalypse Thought "Red Meat" Was an Important Historical Document?

Here's the game:  apocalypse or whatever happens, a few generations pass.  People can still read, but they mistake a comic strip for a historical document, and take it really, really seriously.  What if that strip were

 Red Meat

 In the 22nd century, a spaceship-load of ill-tempered and arbitrarily destructive travelers from a distant planet set out to find and harass new life and new civilizations, for the sake of their own amusement.  They found Earth, they blew up the moon for fun, and began their invasion.  The spectacle was quite visible from Earth, and while theories varied, everyone agreed this was probably a bad sign, as the moon didn't usually explode.

 

The spaceship contained a race of lemon-headed humanoids and their metallic robot overlords.  Recalling the recent destruction of the moon, mankind grumpily opted for occupation over obliteration.  Over time, they grew to be nearly as selfish, sadistic and chaotic as the robots. The robots were amused.

Hoping to extract further laughter from mankind's foul mood, they ordered the lemon-heads to serve the humans.  Still relatively displeased with the whole situation, humans treated the lemon-heads rather poorly, forcing them to perform useless and degrading tasks.

 The robots grew more and more amused by the pettiness and arbitrary cruelty of the humans. Thinking maybe they could even learn something from man, they began to experiment with human vices.  Whiskey, in particular became very popular among them, and they ordered production tripled.

Soon, intoxicated flying robots littered the sky, and they were frequently seen colliding with buildings, getting tangled in power lines, and disintegrating one another.  The property damage was extensive, but this was taking its toll on the robots as well.

It seemed making bad decisions while drinking whiskey wasn't an exclusively human trait, and eventually, the robots wound up destroying themselves.  Mankind was once again free, though not a whole lot was left standing, aside from a handful of distilleries.  As the human race began to rebuild, they swore to never forget:
 Whiskey might cause a lot of problems, but it solves a robot occupation pretty well.