There Are Simply WAY Too Many Flag Rules (Part 2)

Bill Clinton's America

The ’90s were unquestionably a golden age.

Merry Christmas to all you patriots and dumbfuck Ultra-MAGA assholes! Get off my website! Now for the rest of you, here’s the second installment of my multi-part series where I pick apart the United States Flag Code and mock it mercilessly, seven months after Part 1! If my goal was to squeak this in before the end of 2022, then I succeeded with flying colors!

Click here for Part 1.


§7. Position and manner of display

We’re going to hit the ground running with another super-meaty section! Strap on, this one is chock full of completely insane, obsessive-compulsive bullshit.

–The flag, when carried in a procession with another flag or flags, should be either on the marching right; that is, the flag’s own right, or, if there is a line of other flags, in front of the center of that line.
We’re cooking with gas already! In order to relentlessly hammer in the point with respect to the UNDENIABLE GOD-GIVEN SUPERIORITY of the country of the United States of America on this stupid planet (amen), the flag must always look the most important and the most superior! Ergo, get out your rulers and make sure the flag is located at the exact angles and positions of 4th-dimensional space compared to other nation’s flags! Or face up to 900 years in prison without parole.

–The flag should not be displayed on a float in a parade except from a staff, or as provided in subsection (i) of this section.
The staff, under no circumstances, will be made from peppermint candy nor hardened feces. And for the love of God, people, please do not use your erect penis either. We have been trying to crack down on this behavior with more ferocity lately, it’s becoming a big problem.

Captain America's America

This nimrod’s shield doesn’t have the necessary 50 stars! Throw him in the brig!

–The flag should not be draped over the hood, top, sides, or back of a vehicle or of a railroad train or a boat. When the flag is displayed on a motorcar, the staff shall be fixed firmly to the chassis or clamped to the right fender.
This section says nothing about dragging the flag on the road behind you, as will likely happen if you must fix the flag firmly to the chassis or the fender. You may as well wrap it around the fucking undercarriage and tie the thing in a big, clunky knot.

–No other flag or pennant should be placed above or, if on the same level, to the right of the flag of the United States of America, except during church services conducted by naval chaplains at sea, when the church pennant may be flown above the flag during church services for the personnel of the Navy. No person shall display the flag of the United Nations or any other national or international flag equal, above, or in a position of superior prominence or honor to, or in place of, the flag of the United States at any place within the United States or any Territory or possession thereof: Provided, that nothing in this section shall make unlawful the continuance of the practice heretofore followed of displaying the flag of the United Nations in a position of superior prominence or honor, and other national flags in positions of equal prominence or honor, with that of the flag of the United States at the headquarters of the United Nations.
Did anyone read all this? Jesus Jumping-Jack Christ, that’s a lot of unnecessary verbiage! Let me paraphrase this one in two short sentences: Don’t fly the fucking flag lower than any other fucking flag. Don’t fly the fucking flag at the same level as any other fucking flag, either.

There, was that so hard?

–The flag of the United States of America, when it is displayed with another flag against a wall from crossed staffs, should be on the right, the flag’s own right, and its staff should be in front of the staff of the other flag.
It should be on the right, on your left, on the flag’s own right, on your left if the flag is on your own right (on your left) and only if the the left flag is on the the right (your left) and on its own left (your left) AND your right.

Now don’t fuck it up.

American Flag Girl

This couldn’t be less appropriate, kiddo. Into the brig with you!

–The flag of the United States of America should be at the center and at the highest point of the group when a number of flags of States or localities or pennants of societies are grouped and displayed from staffs.
Don’t ever forget that the whole is greater than the sum of its parts! Raise that flag higher than any state flag. In fact, make sure you never have any of the flags of the good states above any of the lesser, more disgraceful states. Keep the Mississippi flag on the bottom at all times, preferably buried in the dirt.

–When flags of States, cities, or localities, or pennants of societies are flown on the same halyard with the flag of the United States, the latter should always be at the peak. When the flags are flown from adjacent staffs, the flag of the United States should be hoisted first and lowered last. No such flag or pennant may be placed above the flag of the United States or to the United States flag’s right.
This is basically a repeat of the rule immediately above it, which means the government really needed to stress the importance of American flag elevation. This one sprinkles in some added flavor: the part about the stars and stripes being the first and the last to be taken care of. I suggest grabbing a friend and having a fun race! At the same time you can hoist the Vermont flag, your friend can hoist the American flag, and you can try to make them nervous by attempting to move faster than them! Inching your way ever closer above theirs. If even one millimeter of the Vermont flag accidentally rises higher, the CIA will snipe you and your buddy through the brainpan. Fun!

–When flags of two or more nations are displayed, they are to be flown from separate staffs of the same height. The flags should be of approximately equal size. International usage forbids the display of the flag of one nation above that of another nation in time of peace.
I’m starting to think that world harmony starts with eliminating so many of these insecure laws. Never mind the fact that there’s no such thing as “time of peace”. One nation above that of another nation? So any two nations? Since Ukraine and Russia are duking it out, does this mean you can legally fly the flag of Burkina Faso over the flag of Papua New Guinea? Because screw Papua New Guinea! Burkina Faso all the way.

–When the flag of the United States is displayed from a staff projecting horizontally or at an angle from the window sill, balcony, or front of a building, the union of the flag should be placed at the peak of the staff unless the flag is at half-staff. When the flag is suspended over a sidewalk from a rope extending from a house to a pole at the edge of the sidewalk, the flag should be hoisted out, union first, from the building.
What if I skewer a corner of the thing with a fishing hook and cast it over a powerline, allowing it to billow in 40 mph winds? Where should the union be placed then, smart guy?

Betsy Ross's American Flag

“Betsy, my dear, the flag you just spent 45 days working on looks like utter shit. And keep those filthy little urchins away from it.”

–When displayed either horizontally or vertically against a wall, the union should be uppermost and to the flag’s own right, that is, to the observer’s left. When displayed in a window, the flag should be displayed in the same way, with the union or blue field to the left of the observer in the street.
I’m starting to get quite annoyed by all these fucking rules. When displayed diagonally cross-wise from the north-northwest vantage point, the union shall be widdershins from the location in your pants where your dick is dressed. Eat my shit, America.

–When the flag is displayed over the middle of the street, it should be suspended vertically with the union to the north in an east and west street or to the east in a north and south street.
What if I’m driving down Burnt Knob Street in Slab Falls, Missouri and I see a flag suspended horizontally? Do I alert the obese mayor? Who goes to jail for this blunder? Does someone get the electric chair, or is there some kind of ironic punishment. Like, their neck gets snapped and their head gets twisted around facing the wrong away in the casket? Because that would be reasonable and fair.

American Flag Hamburger

When the American flag adorns a hamburger, make sure that the meat is ground chuck on a bun WITHOUT sesame seeds. WITHOUT.

–When used on a speaker’s platform, the flag, if displayed flat, should be displayed above and behind the speaker. When displayed from a staff in a church or public auditorium, the flag of the United States of America should hold the position of superior prominence, in advance of the audience, and in the position of honor at the clergyman’s or speaker’s right as he faces the audience. Any other flag so displayed should be placed on the left of the clergyman or speaker or to the right of the audience.
Yeah yeah yeah, we get it. The American flag is the most important symbol in the universe. 125 billion galaxies, each containing 100 billion stars and, therefore, AN ABSOLUTE MINIMUM of 100 billion planets. With 1.25×1022 planets, chances are good that many of them sustain intelligent life with their own nations and cultures and religious traditions. And the American flag is the most important, second to nothing. And I urge anyone reading this to lay one flat on the ground and take a huge, ugly dump all over it.

–The flag should form a distinctive feature of the ceremony of unveiling a statue or monument, but it should never be used as the covering for the statue or monument.
What does this even mean? Does this mean that, during the unveiling of a statue or monument, that the American flag should draw attention away from the unveiling? Like, “here’s the brand new monument, and here’s the American flag over here! Look over here, ladies and gentlemen! Ooooooh, aaaaaah!! Stop looking over there and look over here! REVEL IN ITS MAJESTY! Wow! Woooooww!!”


It seems that §7 was unreasonably long! I’m going to have to table this for now and spill it over into a Part 3. Stay tuned, I may or may not get around to it in six months!

A Christmas Story (1983)

Tagline:
Peace. Harmony. Comfort and Joy… Maybe Next Year.

Wide Release Date:
November 18, 1983

Directed by:
Bob Clark
Screenplay by:
Jean Shepherd, Leigh Brown, Bob Clark
Produced by:
René Dupont, Bob Clark

Starring:
Peter Billingsley
Ian Petrella
Melinda Dillon
Darren McGavin

A Christmas Story

PREGAME THOUGHTS

This is the best Christmas movie of all time. Don’t give me your It’s a Wonderful Life or your Mircale on 34th Street. Don’t give me your Bad Santa or your Elf. And go fuck yourself with your National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation.

It’s A Christmas Story and you know it. Ho ho ho.


THE 200(ish)-WORD SYNOPSIS

The plot is loosey-goosey, to use a technical term! Set it 1940, the movie tells the tale of young Ralphie Parker (Peter Billingsley) and his one Christmas wish: to receive an official Red Ryder carbine action 200-shot range model air rifle. Throughout the movie, Ralphie is told by his mother, his teacher, and a department store Santa Claus that he’ll shoot his eye out if he gets such a BB gun. This is the main narrative, but there are many other little plot points woven in such as Ralphie’s encounters with the school bully, a Little Orphan Annie radio show secret decoder ring, Dad winning a leg lamp in a contest, Ralphie uttering the word “fuck” in front of Dad, and Christmas dinner ruined by dogs.

Spoiler alert: Ralphie gets the gun for Christmas and he breaks his glasses after the first shot he takes ricochets off a metal pole (“Oh my God, I shot my eye out!”). In the end, he lies about his injury and gets to keep the gun. He sleeps with it in his hands at the end of the movie.

A Christmas Story

You’re getting a BB right in the nuts, Dad.


TOM’S DISCUSSION CORNER

TOPIC 1 — My Christmas Wish

I’ve never wanted a BB gun in my life. My dad already owned one for shooting squirrels in the backyard, but I never used it! No, no, no.

I was 14 years old when I wanted something more than I ever wanted something in my life, and that was a Nintendo 64. It was 2001, the GameCube had been out for about a month, but I didn’t want a fuckin’ GameCube. I wanted a Nintendo 64! And I spent a lot of that Christmastime fretting about what I would do if I didn’t get one. I would’ve lost my shit. Keep playing my GameBoy Color? Where am I, a third-world country?

A Christmas Story

Unlike Mom, I wanted an N64 for Christmas and not a bar of delicious red soap.

Most of December was spent imagining all the games I would be playing. Super Smash Bros.! Super Mario 64! Paper Mario! Ocarina of Time! Majora’s Mask! Diddy Kong Racing! Pokémon Snap, man, Pokémon Snap. I wanted to play Pokémon Snap. I could FEEL the stupidly shaped controller in my hands with the really cheap joystick. The wait was interminable.

Yes, friends, this story has a happy ending! I received the coveted game console along with copies of Super Smash Bros. and Super Mario 64 and played the shit out of them. Eventually I would purchase all the games I’d had my eyes on, believe you me. I also bought Gex: Enter the Gecko starring comedian funnyman Dana Gould! I am not chagrined at all to admit that.

TOPIC 2 — 24 Hours of A Christmas Story

It seems that TNT and/or TBS have been doing this on a yearly basis since 1996, which means there hasn’t been a single Christmas since I first watched the movie that A Christmas Story wasn’t running back-to-back between 8pm December 24th and 8pm December 25th.

A Christmas Story

That’s too much fucking Christmas Story. Nobody’s happy about it.

I can’t tell you how many times I’d spend every Christmas Day checking in on this movie. As far as holiday traditions go, I can’t think of anything more comforting than the guaranteed existence of A Christmas Story on TV while I fuck around with whatever toys, games, or books I got that day. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ve only seen this in its entirety once in video format. Everything else I’ve pieced together over the last 26 years through random viewings during the 24-hour marathon! And it’s a perfect movie to watch in this format. I wouldn’t have it any other way.


IMDb TRIVIA FUNHOUSE!

For the scene in which Flick’s tongue sticks to the flagpole, a hidden suction tube was used to safely create the illusion that his tongue had frozen to the metal.
Well, this pretty much ruined everything for me. I really wanted the kid playing Flick, who went on to play Dr. Von Hasachub in New Wave Hookers 5 and Agent Big Knob in Booby Trap, to have an authentic tongue-frozen-to-metal-pole experience! Ironic that, years later, women would have an authentic tongue-to-pole experience with Flick on-screen.

A Christmas Story

Stop licking the pole, Flick. It’s the other way around! The other way around, damnit!

Darren McGavin ad-libbed the profane rants while fighting with the furnace. He said he speaks gibberish the entire time because it was almost impossible for him to ad-lib angry words without actual profanity. He did this in order to ensure a “PG” rating.
How many takes did they have to do before McGavin decided it was best to sound like Yosemite Sam? I imagine Joe Pesci had to do the same thing in Home Alone

According to Peter Billingsley (young Ralphie) in the DVD commentary, the nonsensical ramblings that Ralphie exclaims while beating up Scut Farkas were scripted, word for word.
While McGavin had to improvise his gibberish, Billingsly had to memorize scripted gibberish! It’s only fair that kids need to work harder for Mom and Dad’s paycheck in Hollywood.

A Christmas Story

Don’t be a Scut Farkas, kids. He looks like he smells bad.

The family eats meatloaf, red cabbage, and mashed potatoes for dinner every night. The only time they didn’t eat it was Christmas Day, when they went to Bo Ling’s.
Ahh, I remember my ’40s childhood, living like Charlie Bucket from Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory while my four rapidly aging grandparents shared one bed. My dad would bring home 30 cents per day from the salt mines and the only time I didn’t eat red cabbage was when I went to Bo Ling’s. This movie is very relatable.

A Christmas Story

Yo, I’m 35 years old and I still eat this way.

Peter Billingsley, at the age of 12, was given real Chewing Tobacco (Big Chief) by the prop manager for his scene when Ralphie is dreaming of being a Sheriff confronting Black Bart. Afterwards he got sick for an hour on the set. They thought it was a better idea to give him raisins to chew and make brown spit instead of real chewing tobacco.
“Here kid, we’re going to give you a handgun to play with too instead of that pussy BB shit.”


IS IT WORTH A WATCH?

Fuck yes. Fuck yes 1000 times. Do it the correct way and pop in every 40 minutes on TBS throughout Christmas Day. I suggest doing this even if you’re Jewish, Muslim, or even a loathsome, rotten atheist. Make it part of your new tradition. Do it or pay the price. I know where you live.

The Eye of the World (Book 1) – Chapter 21: “Listen to the Wind”

The Wheel of Time - Book 1 - The Eye of the World

Nynaeve alert! She gets her own chapter, and it’s an informative one!

She’s ok. She had fallen asleep in the woods, which she chastises herself for. She could’ve ended up in a Trolloc’s cookpot just for catching forty winks! Bad Nynaeve! *slaps herself* Bad bad bad! *slap slap slap*

She gets on her horse and ambles around the woods, wondering what became of the rest of the group. Eventually, she stumbles upon Moiraine and Lan camped out in a clearing and sneaks behind a tree undetected. Moiraine notices before Lan does, which is a big win for Nynaeve and a big shit for Lan. Warder my ass.

Before Moiraine tells Nynaeve to come out of hiding, she and Lan are discussing the shear number of Trollocs that have been ambushing them since the beginning of this adventure. An ungodly amount of Trollocs. Too many god-fucked-damn Trollocs, please excuse my fucking French. Why? Where are they all coming from? Who is sending them? And other questions!

In a scene that has really solidified my opinion that Nynaeve is the best character, she gets all up in Moiraine’s business and not afraid of pissing off the all-might Aes Sedai. OooooOOooOOOooo, an Aes Sedai. Big whoop. Tell Nynaeve what’s going on or she’ll Aes Sedai you right back, buddy! Which is funny, because Moiraine takes the opportunity to start lording Aes Sedai-dom over Nynaeve’s head. After all, she can channel the One Power too. Don’t believe her? Here is a whole bag full of evidence that you, Nynaeve, have been able to get anything you want when you really want it. Healing people, avoiding death, all sorts of voodoo magic.

Nynaeve is stubborn at first, but after a mountain of indisputable recounts of real-life Aes Sedai-type behavior, she has no choice but to give in and admit that she might possibly be everything that she hates. It’s a real shame.

It doesn’t change the fact that, from Nynaeve’s perspective, Moiraine just whisked these kids away from their homes on a fool’s errand suicide mission. Moiraine argues that the Dark One is after them, and as long as the Dark One is after them it is her mission to thwart the Dark One. So nyah. And also, come along if you wish. Moiraine had given silver coins to the three boys to track them way back in Emond’s Field prior to Bel Tine. She still has her radar on Perrin, but we the readers known that Rand and Mat had given theirs to Domon the ship captain. As a result, Moiraine has lost her connection with those two and makes it a priority to track them down.

Nynaeve tags along, vowing revenge on Moiraine for whisking these kids away from their homes on a fool’s errand suicide mission!

It’s getting interesting. As I expected and hoped, the team has been separated and each will start having their own separate events unfold. At least for a little while. Me likey.

Red Hood and the Outlaws (Vol. 1), Issue #4 – “Come Fly With Me – Come Die, Just Die Away!”

* Part 4 of 7 of the REDemption storyline *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Red Hood and the Outlaws (Vol. 1), Issue #4 – “Come Fly With Me – Come Die, Just Die Away!”! And this is by far the worst title yet. I’m so pissed right now. In the previous installment, Red Hood, Arsenal, and Starfire enter the Chamber of All in the Himalayan mountains to search for an artifact (which turns out to be a snowglobe from a Colorado gift shop and that pisses Red Hood off).

The Chamber of All is guarded by a 4,000-year-old shirtless bald child, S’aru, who allows them through the chamber in exchange for their most precious of memories. Starfire’s precious memory was destroying one of her captors as a child. Arensal’s precious memory was being talked out of suicide by a crocodile. Red Hood’s precious memory was, as Robin, having to stay in from patrol due to being sick and Bruce Wayne stays back too to watch TV with him.

I suppose the meaning of Red Hood’s precious memory is that, deep down, that good guy is still in there. However, angry at the snowglobe, he tells S’aru to just keep the memory.

This series has been such a slog so far. I remain emotionally unconnected to the whole team, and the art is so cluttered and chaotic that I don’t find it to be as absorbing as, I imagine, it should be.

BUT, this storyline is my path to the Batman: Night of the Owls multi-series event, which I want to get to eventually. I’ve heard good things. So, press on I must.


Red Hood and the Outlaws (Vol. 1), Issue #4 [February, 2012]
Written by: Scott Lobdell
“Come Fly With Me – Come Die, Just Die Away!”

Red Hood and the Outlaws (Vol. 1), Issue #4

CRUX WANTS STARFIRE… DEAD!

Oh wow, I hope it happens. How am I supposed to give a shit that the alien woman wearing 4mm2 of clothing might get killed by some pointy-toothed reptile creature? Not me! Show me more of that cool-as-ass Colorado snowglobe.

“My name is Roy Harper. I’m an alcoholic.”

Oh God. How many jerkoff motions is this one going to take? We’re in Middleton, Colorado, where redhead Roy is at a bar getting another drink filled by some Daisy Duke bartender.

“You sure I can’t get you anything harder?” she asks.
“Funny, I was just going to ask you the same–”

Yes, yes. Very classy. Roy has a sponsor named Waylon, just like Bubbles from the Wire without the greasy long hair. Maybe. He shouldn’t be in a bar, but he’s in a bar.

About to get his ass kicked, too. A very large man with a flannel lumberjack shirt and very VERY Ron Perlman face approaches Roy with his posse and tells him he’s “sittin’ on his stool, talkin’ to his lady.”

Jason Todd, sitting next to Roy, beats them up and makes them cry on the floor within three seconds.

“My apologies, sir,” he says, brushing off his sleeves. “You can have your stool back.”

Waylon has always told Roy to stay away from the types of trouble-makers, ne’er do wells, sportos, motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, wastoids, dweebies, and dickheads. The kind that are a bad influence! The kind that are Jason Todd. Roy, on the other hand, argues that Jason Todd isn’t a bad influence! He’s a good influence! So that’s settled once and for all, then.

Red Hood and the Outlaws (Vol. 1), Issue #4

What’s worse? The quotation marks around “downtown”, or the horrible misspelling of “officer”?

I’m starting to think that, to make up for the complete lack of substance, Red Hood and the Outlaws needs to pack in as many sexy women as they can muster to keep everyone’s attention. It’s not working for me! Ha ha ha ha ha! Heh. … … er….

Anyway, they get kicked out of the bar. Surprise, surprise.

Starfire is elsewhere. I can never remember her fucking name. “Subterfuge is the word,” she narrates. “An Earth concept. On Tamaran, if you want something – you kick down the door and take it.”

Sounds reasonable to me. Fooey on “Earth concept”. That neighbor’s Playstation 5 is rightfully mine!

Starfire conspicuously floats above the snowy houses of a small neighborhood. So conspicuous, in fact, that I bet people can see her from 40 miles away! “Subterfuge is why I’m up here, keeping an eye on these two,” she claims, but I think it’s so Earthlings can get a nice view of her cooch. This neighborhood, or hamlet, is where Jason is going to track down the Untitled. A quaint little area. Pies cooling on the window sill. Domestic abuse. It’s got it all.

Red Hood and the Outlaws (Vol. 1), Issue #4

Allow me to translate for you: “CUNT! Fucking hell cunt!”

Out of nowhere, while she muses about why she cares so much about these losers and why she is so willing to help, she gets slashed and bloodied and thrown around by some invisible entity that turns into a visible entity and that visible entity is CRUX, who will spend the rest of the issue in a fight with the Fire of Stars. Should be really boring.

“Strak es tru cor’str lekkre!” she exclaims, having a stroke. “M’ro bountre kel!”

Whatever, lady. Here comes Crux flying through the air, even LESS conspicuous then Starfire, ready to rumble! He’s all like “I’m going to kill you, please let me kill you,” and she’s all like “Thank you for the courteous discussion. I am Princess Blah of the Planet Blah Blah.

Even Crux gets some narration here. He’s been tracking her down for years, He knows every single little thing about Tamaran there is to know, such as how many glaciers are in the Thraxoalthan Ocean and how many bathrooms there are in C’gjas4jrp. For a while there he thought the trail had gone cold, but here she is at last! At last! Time to tear her a new one! Some kid on the internet posted a thing on a message board and led him to her. Seriously! I’m not making that part up, and I sure do make a lot of things up!

Red Hood and the Outlaws (Vol. 1), Issue #4

Which is good, honestly, because Ducra smells like old cottage cheese and a slaughterhouse full of farts.

“I took the name CRUX because I am the human being willing to draw a line in the sand between and the invading hordes of–”

He doesn’t finish that thought, because Starfire punches this so-called human being in the chest. I’m glad we don’t get to see more of this yet.

Jason Todd wants to interrogate the sexy occifer and he tells a bitter Roy to wait outside while he sticks organs into her.

Jason has a gun to her head, and she’s still being all coy. He needs some files that might point him to the whereabouts of the Untitled! By any means necessary! Even if he has to stick organs into her, by god.

I don’t think I ever really got this explanation, but the Untitled are a “very ancient and evil mystical race – maybe a dozen left on the planet – who have been hiding among humans for centuries.” And Occifer Halle Berry wonders why he even thinks they even exist on Even Earth!

It’s just one that exists on Earth, and it’s because Jason can FEEL IT in his dick. Which isn’t inside the occifer, but at least that’s still on the table. “They usually hide in positions of authority in order to make it easier to cover their tracks,” he says, laying it all out there for really stupid readers like me understand what’s going on! Can we all guess what’s going to happen next? Huh? Can we?

Cover blown. She sticks her hand right through his back and makes him all tingly. “The few remaining members of our race–” YADA YADA YADA! The few remaining members of her race want to stay in hiding. Even on Earth. It’s fun, and the All-Caste have a truce with them. So it’s a good arrangement. “No need to struggle, pup. Once I’ve eaten your liver, I’ll know everything you know.”

Occifer Hannibal Lecter barely moves before Roy enters the room and THUPTS eight arrows through the back of her head. Eight. I counted them. She turns around, calls him an idiot, and tells him, for no discernable reason whatsoever, that steel can’t hurt her. Only copper. So get some copper arrows and come back. Or maybe a pot or a pan.

Jason already knew this. So Roy knows this. And he throws some spiky copper through her head.

Red Hood and the Outlaws (Vol. 1), Issue #4

THAT’S GOTTA HURT! *horn honk*

Back to the fighting between Orange Julie and Lizard Man. They do a lot of talking at each other while fighting, which is a waste of breath and energy to be sure. “Before you die, I want you to know exactly why you’re being dispatched… and by whom,” Crux says. And why? Fucking why? What does that matter? What is her brain death corpse going to do with that information? And if she stays alive, then it’s information she now has that might work against him. Dumb. Dumb dumb dumb.

“It was less than five years ago– my mum, my dad, and I were–”

JESUS CHRIST! AGGGHHHH!! WHO CARES?!

Long story short, Crux was a human and his parents were scientists at the University of Edinburgh. A Tamaran ship crashed the fuck into their car while they were driving home with Crux in it. His parents died. The Tamaran individual walked away unscathed. It’s like Bruce Wayne if, on that fateful day, a UFO landed on his parents’ faces instead of a bullet!

So Crux took it upon himself to continue alien research, which is what his parents did I guess. He “dedicated his life to tracking down every alien he could”. He also studied corpses. Whether or not he fornicated with the corpses is between him and the corpses!

Then he injected himself with alien DNA to get an upper hand! Now he looks like shit.

Red Hood and the Outlaws (Vol. 1), Issue #4

Get ‘im, gurl.

Understandably, Starfire isn’t sympathetic to this sad-sack’s life story and uses some of that recuperated energy to start throwing Crux around. There’s a “SPLACKT” onomatopoeia involved! Then Crux swims away, pissing off Starfire. What a wuss move.

The fake cop Untitled lady is still not dead. Her head is split in two down to the bottom of her ears. “You are toying with dangerous forces here,” she says as brown smoke and maggots seep out of her skull. “…in short, I was the last Untitled you should have bothered.”

Jason only tracked her because she started pushing around the All-Caste. She doesn’t care. Something fucked up is about to happen and the Roy/Jason Dream Team need to get out of there. Stat! Roy thinks this is a wuss move, the biggest wuss move since the other wuss move, but Jason doesn’t care. Bye.

Starfire is still chasing Crux, who is spending more time underwater than would seem to be possible. Then she realizes that he doesn’t have to defeat her, especially due to his subpar strength. He can, apparently, travel his way through some Stargate that Starfire calls a “Tamaran Transubstantiator”, using her own race’s technology against her, which is such a huge plot hole right now that I’m having a heart attack.

Crux knew, too, that he couldn’t beat her. BUT, “to use technology from her home planet? A device I found buried in the base of a Mayan temple? There’s a beautiful symmetry to it all. That I could employ the alien’s own devices against them.”

*clutches chest, dies very painfully forever*

Red Hood and the Outlaws (Vol. 1), Issue #4

Congratulations! Welcome aboard! We really like watching reality TV shows about people eating bugs. We also enjoy accidentally running people over with our cars and driving away quickly.

Meanwhile, Roy wants to go kill things but Jason, now donned with a Red Hood, needs to stay. So Roy goes and Jason stays, mostly because Starfire aka Kori aka Korfire has been abducted by something that may or may not be an Untitled. Oh no!

The not-Untitled Crux dipshit “erased the line between he and Starfire”, and now she’s stuck on a glacier in the middle of nowhere? It’s very hard to understand.

“I prepared for this night years ago,” Red Hood says to himself as he sits in waiting with a couple of guns in his hands. “A year of training under the All-Caste. A night none of us believed would ever happen. Why am I so happy? Because I know I’m ready. Who knows? Maybe I was born ready.”

He throws his guns to the ground and whips out some pointy rapiers out of his boots. He strikes quite a beautiful pose as he waits for Untitled Cop to come get’im. She is going to kill him, then everyone else in the town, because “he wouldn’t leave her alone”.

Yeah right, lady. Just try it.

*pose*

Final Thoughts

This is the worst fucking comic series yet. Just an irredeemable pile of ugly, misshapen turds. There’s nothing I like about this. I hate the characters, the story is completely stupid, and nothing makes sense whatsoever. This Scott Lobdell guy can suck a muffler.

See you next issue!

Paper Girls, Issue #13

* Part 3 of 5 of the Paper Girls Volume 3 storyline *

Welcome to Ghostliness & Nerfherders Presents: Paper Girls, Issue #13! In the previous installment, Erin and KJ outfit the Wild Woman (hereby referred to as “Wild Child” because she’s, like, a child, actually) with that English-translation choker that was stolen from Creepy Future Not-Erin. From her, they learn some weird biblical Jesus stuff. We still need to see what actually comes of that.

Dr. Qantas Braunstein fights some cavemen with symbols on their chests that you’d find on a TV remote control. They club her in the head and steal her helmet and phaser.

KJ and Mac are stuck downstream and then KJ gets her period.

Now you’re caught up.


Paper Girls, Issue #13 [April, 2017]
Written by: Brian K. Vaughan

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Wild Child’s baby goos and gahs while Erin holds and fawns over him. “Is having a baby the most awesome thing in the world?” she asks Tiff, but mostly she asks herself. And that’s fine, because Tiff doesn’t look like she thinks it’s awesome at all.

“It is painful and terrifying,” Wild Child confirms with pointedness. “Now stop talking and keep your eyes open.”

The three of them traipse across along the river. Wild Child has her bow at the ready. Tiff holds KJ’s hockey stick. Erin holds a baby.

“If you’re lucky, we’ll recover your friends’ corpses before nightfall.”

Nice bedside manner! What is this, the Stone Age? Be nice!

Erin calls her Wari, which I haven’t seen yet, but now I’ll appropriate it! Erin looks hurt that Wari assumes their friends are dead. Tiff vouches for Mac and KJ’s ability to withstand anything! They yelled at garbagemen a few weeks ago! They’re tough cookies!

Doesn’t matter. Cookies can crumble, sister.

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Ooooh, “untranslatable”. I like the sound of that!

Wari mentions some sort of beast or entity with a name that cannot be translated to English. “Must be too crazy for her collar to handle,” Erin explains after Tiff sneers. “Everything this girl says is crazy, Erin,” Tiff rebuts. “So why are we following her like–”

Her train of thought is CUT OFF when Wari tells them to cork it and stop moving. There’s one of those strange violet time rips floating in the air! Ahhhh, it’s been a while since we’ve seen one. It looks just as I remember them!

“That’s a magic shithole dead ahead,” Wari says, pointing an arrow right at it from point blank range. And she’s almost literally with it. It’s some other time and/or place’s toilet, just dumping it into the year 11,706 BCE. Just like everyone else. Makes her sick. BUT…

“Sometimes, precious things accidentally fall down the hole… but if I can retrieve this lost treasure, the [dream] women will give my son a long life.”

Yeah, ok lady. That’s nutty.

“Tiffany,” Erin whispers, “it’s one of those ‘foldings’. Like, the portal thing that dropped us here?”
“You don’t expect me to squeeze my ass through that one, do you?” Tiff sneers again.

Erin has a feeling. An inkling. She knows where this folding is going to lead to. She hands Wari’s baby to Tiff and starts preparing.

“What is this?” Wari asks incredulously. “If you want to find your people, we need to keep moving.”

Ha! This is part of the plan! This will help Mac and KJ. This will help them all get home.

But first…

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Erin Tieng’s gonna have to shank another bitch.

It appears that KJ has recovered from her sudden blossoming of womanhood, and Mac has likewise (somewhat) recovered, so the two set off to continue their riverbed excursions.

“Come on, I think it landed over here,” Mac ushers KJ over a fallen tree. KJ is not having a good time with her missing shoes and her socks soaked with several different liquid substances. It doesn’t take long before Mac finds what she’s looking for.

It’s another one of dem time machine capsule dealies. It’s hanging from the trees. “Hello?!” Mac shouts up into the air, which is something I wouldn’t have the balls to do. This chick’s got balls. “Anybody in there?”

KJ’s balls are even bigger and has no interest in getting her answers from hootin’ and hollerin’. She likes to get those brass knuckles on and break some fucking teeth to get her answers. By that I mean, she climbs the tree and heads for the capsule. Even Mac is wary, and Mac is the tough guy tough girl guy! KJ got her period after all, she’s basically an invalid now. She needs her wheelchair and her medicine. Mac doesn’t get it. She’ll die of cancer before she gets Period One. End of sentence! Period!

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Ah, well, in Mac’s defense, I’m sure 90% of girls in the 1300s died of period plague.

“So, do you feel any different?” asks a very curious Mac.
“We’re stranded in prehistoric times. Of course I feel different,” KJ snaps back as she continues her tree climb. Mac is only asking because her misogynist older brother says women lose their minds while they’re on their periods. Just a lot of crazy snarling and punching holes in walls and biting big chunks out of jugular veins. Huffing and puffing and frothing at the mouth.

KJ is floored that Mac can be so goddamned fucking stupid. Was she home during sex education? Did her alcoholic step-mother rave and rant about Jesus instead of teaching her how the penis enters the vagina (I think?). Come on!

Actually, it’s kind of true. Mac’s dad didn’t let her take sex ed. The most education she ever got was from a male gym teacher who said it was unladylike to talk about their bodies. ANYWAY, what’s in the time machine? Heh heh heh hee hee. Um.

Nothing. Nobody. “Looks like there was at least one passenger,” KJ reports, inspecting an empty chair, “but he’s gonzo.”

Oh, Gonzo! I love that guy! Do you think they had the Muppet Show during the Pleistocene era?

KJ does find some boots, but she is distracted when she notices a sparkly, twinkly, pixie dust-y emanation from across the forest.

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Faeries. Great. More mystical creatures. Can’t we all just go home to 1988 and vote for Michael Dukakis please?

Mac wants to know what the hell KJ is talking about, but all KJ can do is point in awe and demand they both go see what all the hubbub is across the way! Maybe the faeries can grant wishes! Like a portal back to the 20th century! Or a pogo stick!

“I thought the plan was to wait here for Tiff and Erin,” Mac says with hesitation and KJ puts on the newly found boots.
“What if they’re the people who, like, released those things? To try and signal us?” KJ demands, and there’s no arguing with her anymore. “Just trust me, we have to go there right now!”

“My brother was right about everything,” a concerned Mac whispers to herself.

EXCITEMENT AWAITS!

Final Thoughts

Just kidding! I must’ve used that joke 50 times already!

Final Thoughts

OK, I’m an idiot.

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Ugh, I hate it when this happens! Every damn time I go thousands of years in the past…

Dr. Qanta Braunstein hangs upside-down from a tree with a rope tied to her ankles. The cavemen what done it. The three sleep in a cozy little triangle on the ground while Qanta slowly regains some of that precious, precious consciousness. In the center of the three is one of those violet foldings I’ve been hearing so much about lately!

“oh. oh, God” Qanta mumbles. She activates her Captain’s Log and attempts to record an unencrypted message. It won’t let her. She asks it nicely (read: meanly) to override and she starts recording. “To whom it may concern, this is Dr. Qanta Braunstein, and in the year 2055, I will attempt to pierce the fourth dimension and–”

BORING! BOOOORRING!

Oh wait. No it isn’t. It’s actually quite interesting! But she says a lot of stuff and I’m not gonna write it all out. This attempt to pierce the fourth dimension should never be attempted, as it turns out. So somebody please stop her.

The problem was, and it was a BIG problem, that the indigenous people were around the area when Dr. Quantum landed. That wasn’t supposed to happen! They were all supposed to be at Stone Age Burger King at the time so that she could slink around unnoticed. But nooOOOooOoooOOO. And not only that, but these cavemen already had some future shit with them, and that ain’t good.

Qanta stops talking once one of the cave-type men wakes up and shouts some nonsense at her. “ERCHATA! Erchata nu rooni.”

I think that might mean “I wanna play some Xbox.”

Now, Qanta understands the whole “whatever happened, happened” aspect of time travel. She pleads for someone, anyone who can hear her message, to stop her. BUT, of course, since she’s already here in the past then no one stopped her!

Caveman #1 gets up in her face.

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“XBOX!! NOW!!!

Caveman #2 wakes up and approaches. Qanta begs them not to hurt her, but they’re not interested right now in the likes of her. They both grunt at each other about the shimmering folding right in front of them. The one wearing her space helmet picks up a little disc, which immediately starts translating his grunts into English.

“Where…is…our…son?”

Yeah, duh, these three not-wise men impregnated our Wild Child. Well, one of them did, obviously. OR PERHAPS ALL THREE?! The past was crazy and biblical!

Son is crying loudly. Loud enough to hear across the whole dang forest, so I don’t know what the problem is.

“The longer we stay in this place, the more likely we are to encounter the three men or the untranslatable.” Wild Child says, bow and arrow still trained on the folding floating in front of them. Like she’s expecting Gary Busey to pop out at any second and start gnawing at their legs.

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Well… the royal us. Wari was busy getting knocked up thousands of years ago. Tiff was riding a giant tardigrade!

Erin is writing a message on KJ’s hockey stick. “Wari, the people on the other side of that shithole aren’t magic… they’re just us.”

The portal leads to an abandoned mall in 2016. We all know what she writes on the hockey stick, and it obviously only makes sense to write that because that’s what she saw written on the hockey stick in the first place! There need to be more of these mind-bending time travel loops going forward. I get off on that stuff!

“So, this means you wrote that stuff on KJ’s field hockey stick all along?” Tiff asks, staying nice and caught up with the situation. And while Erin isn’t entirely sure, the fact of the matter is that their future/past selves will never get to the Fourth Folding if someone doesn’t tell them to not trust Erin! And who better than Erin to tell the Erins not to trust Erin?

Yeah. You got it.

Again, let’s see if Mac and KJ are all right. Doesn’t that sound like a goddamned cunting plan? Let’s do that before we start wagging sticks through portals. And Erin, ever the level-head, notices the portal slowly closing and doesn’t want to miss her chance.

Junior is crying. Tiff thinks he’s hungry. Erin says he’s gassy. Erin’s right. Tiff is impressed and wonders if Erin is depressed that her future doesn’t involve a baby or, like, a life. She isn’t. This wasn’t worth writing about, I suppose. Tiff doesn’t really want kids either. Wari thinks they’re both nuts! Have some kids! Your lineage is important! Someday she’ll have to let go of that bow and arrow, and maybe she’ll pass it on to her kid in about 20 years and he can start aiming at the portal instead until his kid is old enough to aim at the portal. And so on.

Hmmm… let’s see if Mac and KJ are any closer to figuring out the time capsule / faerie dust situation.

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Just use moss! The Viking women did, and they’re all still around!

Sounds like a no to me! KJ admits that she stuffed a handkerchief up there, and Mac tells her that she’s even weirder than Erin. And she’s pretty weird. She wants to wave hockey sticks through violet holes in the air.

They eventually show up to the area of the forest from which the pixie dust was floating in the air. The dust is coming out of those flowers that look like cones. I don’t know what they’re called! Do I look like a Flower Man to you? Yes? Yes.

The flowers are connected to a strange upside-down pyramid hovering within a foot off the ground. I shit you not. It doesn’t do justice describing it. Buy the comic book!

KJ is positively entranced by the weird floating thingamabob, She’s drawn closer and attempts to touch the flower stem attached to the pyramidy goodness, and then her eyeball pupils turn into triangles! She starts seeing visions of the future! A bloody Qanta telling her to leave! Tiff screaming “NOOO!” in a heavy gust of wind. Erin looking unconscious while that old man with the t-shirts aims a gun at something! Mac looking sad and finishing a thought with “…then I guess we do.”

Then, in the vision, they kiss. Who didn’t see that one coming? They appear to be far into the future when the making out happens!

KJ snaps out of it. She looks dazed and or confused!

“What is that thing?” Mac asks.

“I don’t know,” KJ answers with vague numbness, “but whatever you do… don’t fucking touch it.”

Final Thoughts

Hoo boy! Just when you thought you were getting a thread of the story wrapped up, it splits into many more threads! I wish I was a twelve-year-old lesbian kissing girls. Sounds fun.