Superman: Birthright, Issue #10

Superman: Birthright, Issue #10 – “Part Ten”

* Part 10 of 12 of the Superman: Birthright limited series *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Superman: Birthright, Issue #10 – “Part Ten”! Aptly named, just like the similarly creative ”Part Four”. In the previous installment, Superman gets to have another one-on-one pow wow with Lex Luthor regarding Luthor’s intense motivation to defame Superman at all costs. The reason? Superman embarrassed him in public.

There’s nothing Superman can really do to stop it, since he’s a nice guy who’s not going to uppercut a bitch anytime soon. Plus, Lex has the kryptonite, which I suppose you could say is Superman’s kryptonite! Hey, that’s where that expression comes from! Isn’t that amazing?!


Superman: Birthright, Issue #10 [July, 2004]
Written by: Mark Waid
“Part Ten”

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Metropolis is now being attacked by a Robot Godzilla Bug creature, emblazoned with the Superman ‘S’ logo, which is obviously Lex’s next move. Superman’s going to have to try punching a large robot a bunch of times now, which worked so well for Ms. Marvel. Oops, wrong comic publisher! Sorry, I’ll “never” let that happen “again”.

Nice cover art. How is Superman supposed to save anyone when he’s too busy skeletonizing in front of everybody? Humiliating.

The streets are riddled with terrified, stampeding people. Clark Kent is busy frantically trying to become Superman behind a large rooftop billboard, looking way over his head with this one. The Metropolis skyscape is festooned with burning buildings; smoke billowing into the air, poking more holes into the ozone layer like Swiss cheese!

“Oh god, look out–! Superman, don’t hurt us–!” yells a couple of morons on the street once Superman flies into view, literally 500 times smaller than the giant thing that’s actually attacking the city and hurting people. Superman tells people to run, but instead a couple of cops start firing at his chest. At this provocation, Superman just has a speech balloon with a large “?” in it. All like “daaarrrr, bullets??”

“Damn it, I’m not the enemy,” he hollers, eyes turning red like he’s the enemy, “I’m on your side!” he yelps, smashing up a leg joint of the Monster Robot, shattering metal into pieces that may or may not be falling and crushing civilians below! So much for being a man of the people.

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Yeah, you and everyone else in the city, dingus.

Jimmy Olsen is snapping photos of the scene directly outside of a window. He’s got a pretty good view! Close enough to get killed in twelve seconds. He’s on the phone with Perry White for half a sentence before Lois snatches the phone from White to get Jimmy’s scoop. “How does something that size ‘suddenly appear’ in our airspace without NORAD flipping out?” she asks in disbelief. Oh, I know this one! NORAD is too busy tracking Santa Claus. Glad I could help.

Good thing Jimmy Olsen is the only motherfucker in this one-horse town with a camera, because he’s getting pretty damnable evidence right now that Superman, the alleged invader, is trying to stop an invasion. Lois is getting moist in the loins just looking that these undeniable photos that Jimmy sent to her computer, safe and sound, with no risk of getting ruined or tampered with or photoshopped or Snapchatted and removed in 30 days! Good stuff, really 14th-page caliber photography.

Humanoid robot dudes with large anti-riot shields start filing out from the giant bug robot mothership, speaking a language with letters you won’t be able to find on the Character Map. And believe me, I just tried. I spent like six hours looking. The script is all diamondy.

Near the top of the very, very tall Lexcorp building, Luthor orders for his building to be evacuated. “I have a plan to save Metropolis from the Kryptonians,” he tells his secretary, explaining his decision to stay put in his office. I’ll bet his plan amounts to turning a switch to the OFF position. “I must not be distracted. No admittance to this office. None.” Ah, ok, he’s going to get completely naked and scare the invaders into submission. I like that plan!

But first, Luthor intends to create more chaos. He hits a special “ACTIVATE XENOGRID” key on his laptop that he installed just in case he needed to activate the xenogrid. Days like those are inevitable.

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Keep making ugly faces and it’ll freeze that way, Jimmy. Oh never mind, it’s way too late.

Superman’s actions start looking fairly dodgy and inconsistent from a third-party perspective. Come to find out that this “xenogrid” that has been “activated” appears to be kryptonite-related! Superman’s vision is clouded with swirling, green, misty apparitions. He crashes into a goddamn wall or something.

The police down below warn all the civilians to stay off the streets. The National Guard are on their way! *trumpet fanfare*

Superman gets thrown to the ground, either by opposing forces or by his own damn kryptonite-addled incompetence. Either way, he’s losing miserably, looking like garbage, not at all heroic.

“Stop…put down your weapons,” Superman croaks while 70 officers and a guy who looks like John Dillinger keep their weapons up and then fire those weapons right at his face. This appears to affect him this time; perhaps kryptonite makes you unfortunately susceptible to bullets aimed at your eyeballs.

“Freeze! Put your hands where we can see them! Do it!” screams the R. Lee Ermey of the brigade. Superman doesn’t put his hands where anyone can see them. He starts running through the alley ways, banging into garbage comically as he flails around.

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Catch him! He’s scurrying away like the diseased rat that he is!

The team of military and police personnel lose him at a dead end. Clark is immediately seen in the crowd, glasses on, button-down shirt rumpled, banged-up and frowning. “Kent? I didn’t see you there. White’s got you chasing this story, huh?” says a journalist peer who I don’t know the name of. Let’s just call her Moxie Crimefighter! “You’re gonna run with the big dogs, you need to get in better shape,” she says, eyeballing the panting dumbass by her side.

Clark ignores all of that and starts meandering down the ruined city streets. People are looting. Cars are on fire. It looks like Detroit, except…you know, safer.

Back at the Daily Planet newsroom, Perry White is trying to rile his team up! Get them looking for more scoops! What do you mean the guy disappeared! LOOK FOR HIM! Perry wants photos of Superman! J. Jonah Jameson-style! Whoops, wrong comic publisher! I did it again!

He spots Clark and, with laser focus, aims his ire in his direction. He’s a huge target, it makes it quite easy. “KENT! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?” he shouts three centimeters from Clark’s face, showering him in spit that likely reeks of unfiltered Pall Malls and rubbing alcohol. “If you don’t walk in with a story, then you don’t get to come and go at your leisure!”

Way to go, Clarky, you’ve lost your wandering-around privileges. Stay at your desk or Perry White will super glue your butt to your chair. And then your face to your butt.

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So help me God, even if there’s a fucking apocalypse your ass is staying right there in that seat.

I forget this guy’s name who shows up now to tell Perry White that the port authority has closed off all the bridges and tunnels. He’s the one who was getting into a shouting match with Lois Lane before Clark’s interview. Quentin Galloway, I had to look that shit up. He heard word that the power plant was vaporized! But the lights are still on! Get someone out there to report, goddamnit!

Meanwhile, the mayor is calling the office asking for a precise number of invading Kryptonians, which gives Perry White ample time to slip away from Grumpy Galloway. In turn, Galloway starts to focus his ire at Clark, who looks like he’s about to puke.

“Don’t just sit there, man! I want a… a… I want a piece on how Lexcorp is coping with the crisis,” says Galloway, fumbling for something he can wring news out of right now. Clark doesn’t wanna. Galloway tells him to do it. Clark doesn’t wanna.

“Lexcorp’s a major advertiser, and they like to see their name online! That means that if Lex Luthor wants his butt kissed and I say do it, you pucker up,” Galloway demands to a fuming Clark Kent. Just a real miserable pile of frowns, this one. He’d probably like to kill this dick-swining publisher. If he wasn’t Superman, I guess.

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Sir, yes sir, right away sir, and thank you for puffing your cigar right in my handsome chiseled face, sir.

So instead of working, Clark starts chatting with his mom again. She and Jon caught wind of the Metropolis-sized robot bug attacking Metropolis right now. You ok, son? Do you need a Band-Aid?

Clark is NOT fine, Mother. Somehow, somewhere, somewhence, somehither, Lex Luthor is spreading the kryptonite radiation all over town and he’s got a tummyache.

“Then come home. Let the army deal with the aliens,” Martha nudges. She just made cookies and she needs a big, strong man at home to help her eat them!

Clark knows that this ain’t aliens. This is all Lex Cuntface Luthor’s doing, all because he’s an insecure little shithead, Ma! Any second now he’s going to stop the carnage and act the hero, while ME, the REAL HERO, can’t be heroic! It’s not fair! Wah!

Jon starts chatting now, and tells his whiny son that he should just let Lex Luthor be the hero he wants to be, especially if it means Clark is safe and not dead and bleeding out the ears and rectum and whatever else kryptonite does. Who cares? Who CARES, kiddo? Come on, now.

Clark drafts up a resignation letter. It looks like a suicide note.

It almost worked. Pa and Ma Kent almost convinced their boy to give up and go home. He’s almost out the building’s back door with his little box of desk stuff, but Lois catches him. “Are you leaving? Get back to your desk and write!” she hollers, but the sad-sack has already made his decision. “I can’t do anything for them,” he grumbles, referring to the public that “needs the news”. But he’s really just sad that he can’t Superman around in a city run by Stinky Lex Luthor.

“You spineless worm. And to think I stood up for you!” Lois growls, hating nothing more than a quitter. A news quitter. A spineless news-quittin’ worm.

The worm walks out. So I guess nothing stopped him after all! No more Superman! The story ends here!

But then this happens:

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Optimus Prime is gettin’ upset!

This new blowjob cornered a cameraman and made him record this laborious speech. He had sent his troops, the earlier mentioned humanoid robot dudes with large anti-riot shields and the diamond-speak. Now they plan on taking over Metropolis! And Earth! And I don’t think Lex Luthor has much to do with this anymore…

“We command unimaginable power. We possess superior weapons. We are Kryptonians. We are invincible. There is no one who may challenge us.”

Amen.

This Van-Gar guy, he sets fire to a giant plot of Metropolis land that is now just rubble. It forms a brand in the shape of the ‘S’ shield. You can probably see it from space!

And less than two minutes after Clark quits being Superman, he decides to be Superman. And he’s going to fight!

Final Thoughts

This part sounds boring! I don’t want to see Superman fight some nobody named Van-Gar! Who cares? I want to see more kryptonite incapacitation and the pants-pooping inherent in such a poisoning. I want to see more pants-pooping.

All-New X-Men (Vol. 1), Issue #1

All New X-Men (Vol. 1), Issue #1 – “What Happens Now?”

* Part 1 of 5 of the Yesterday’s X-Men storyline *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: All-New X-Men (Vol. 1) Issue #1 – “What Happens Now?”!

And what happens now? What happens now is that I need to read more X-Men. Like, a lot more X-Men. But I want to jump ship on Joss Whedon’s Astonishing X-Men for now and see what the Marvel NOW! era is up to with these freaks.

I was itching to just start with the Chris Claremont era from 1975 (and if you see a link there, that means I must’ve gotten to it!), but I figured I’d need a little more modern storytelling before I slog through some ‘70s drivel.

I don’t think there’s anything remarkable about this Marvel NOW! ongoing series, but it IS written by my boy Brian Michael Bendis! I’m familiar with his work on Ultimate Spider-Man and Alias, so why the fuck not? It can’t be too bad, right? Let’s dive in.


All New X-Men (Vol. 1), Issue #1 [January, 2013]
Written by: Brian Michael Bendis
“What Happens Now?”

Ms. Marvel (Vol. 3), Issue #11

Cool stuff, I recognize nobody on the cover except boring ol’ Cyclops. I suppose he has to run the show no matter who’s on the X-Men team, right? Fucking narcissist.

I’m treated to a full-page rundown of who the X-Men are and why they’re around and doing the things they do. I’m not going to rewrite it here since it’s about 560,000 words long, but the gist is this: X-Men are mutants, they have powers, people are afraid of them, and the Scarlet Witch depowered 99% of them during a giant Avengers vs. X-Men arc that I won’t read until I’m 75 years old and demented. A cosmic force named Phoenix returned to Earth and Cyclops “saw it as a sign of hope for the future of the mutants”. Like Jesus on a piece of toast. Eventually, Cyclops possessed the Phoenix lol whoops, killed Professor Xavier, and the Avengers and the X-Men had to band together to stop him. Now Cyclops has no friends. And that explains why Xavier is dead in the New Avengers and why they had to extract his Infinity Stone from his butt.

We begin at the Jean Grey School for Higher Learning, a veritable boot camp for freaky mutant children where no learning actually ever happens. “I am mutating, and it’s killing me,” speaks Doctor Henry “Hank” “Hill” McCoy McBeast, who is writhing and groaning on the floor in an undignified fashion. He writes the journal of his final days.

This shouldn’t be new to him, having mutated already about a zillion times. This one is different, though. This one is causing anal contusions! And rectal palpitations! Plus he’s getting up there in years, and his heart can’t handle the stress anymore.

No time to kill himself, though! He’s going to ride this one out. Plus, the other X-Men are too busy to help anyone, he doesn’t want to be burdensome to his chums. He prays to a vengeful, mean-spirited God to please let him do something good for mutantdom before he kicks the bucket, and at that moment a white-haired woman without pupils named Ororo tells him over a TV screen to come find her and check something out. Leave your anal contusions at the door.

Cut to Australia, where a couple of sexy sheilas are out on the town. Eva, the sultry short-haired woman, is scoping out a specific bloke for her own carnal interests. His name is David. He has the same haircut as Eva.

David approaches and starts chit-chatting in a manner that suggests he, too, would like to get all up in that shit. Enter shirtless brother at 6 o’clock.

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Right Said Steve doesn’t take too kindly to his adult sister organizing an evening of consensual relations! Not on his watch!

“Dude, calm it down all the way, bro,” David says, immediately shutting down Eva’s fallopian tubes.
“You do not touch her!!” Steven yelps, flecking spittle everywhere. “You don’t touch!”

He fucking SOCKS this guy right in the face. David’s friends leap to action, knocking Shirtless Dan to the ground and threaten various hardcore acts of violence including, but not limited to, curb stomping. That’s fun. Eva is horrified. David gets up to join the fray while Eva screeches at everyone to leave her brother alone.

“STOP!!” she bellows one final time, unleashing a sudden burst of fiery blue light that freezes time to a standstill. Her hair is blue now. After freaking out and trying to get the attention of everyone around her, Scott “Cyclops” “Turanga Leela” Summers shows up with his posse, out of nowhere mind you, to tell Eva she’s a mutant. Also, hello.

“Don’t be scared. We’ve all been through this. This first moment. My name is Scott Summers. My mutant name is Cyclops. Have you heard of me?”

Real slick stuff there, Scotty. Of course, everyone has heard of Cyclops. From what we all understand, he’s been a bit of bitch lately. He seems eager to let this woman know that this is an exciting time for new mutants! Join us or die!

Eva’s not a mutant! How dare you utter such slanderous word crimes! Mutants suck and she definitely isn’t one, so go pound sand you nerds.

Emma Frost is like “‘fraid so,” and some other guy, who I think is Magneto, kindly points out that she was witnessing something she didn’t like and unleashed dormant time-stopping powers. Does that sound right, hon?

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Yes you did. Now come join the All-New X-Men before we get impatient.

No, it sounds wrong! How and why and who and why aren’t you frozen too then?

Because, they’re mutants. Keep up. Reportedly, this entire city block has been frozen in time for over 20 hours. Police are outside the bubble ready to take you into custody, it’s just…uh, they can’t get in. So they flew to Australia to come help you, and Jesus Christ lady, Australia is far away. The two in-flight movies were Dunston Checks In and Daddy Day Camp! Awful trip. Why couldn’t you have done this in Denver?

You’re lucky they’re here, kiddo. They’re gonna unstick this situation and snatch you out of here so you can “learn” at the school. It’s too bad you made such a, well, PUBLIC display of creepy mutant powers. Mutants are really under fire lately. Sorry that you can never go home again, I guess. Or bone that David guy, who has a tiny penis by the way.

Cyclops wants to make a personal mission out of Eva. He has a lot to atone for, and he’s looking for her to help him. For them to help each other.

POOF. The bubble has burst. The blokes are still fighting. A special tactics unit is all like “GET DOWN ON THE GROUND, HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM, KEEP YOUR HANDS ON THE GROUND, STAY STILL AND DON’T MOVE TO THE GROUND, HANDS UP AND AWAY FROM THE GROUND, I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOUR HANDS, GET TO THE GROUND, STAND UP!!!” and Eva sheepishly cringes and squeaks out an “I didn’t mean it,” while 40 guns are trained at her head.

One of them catches on and understands that this is an act of mutiny. I mean, mutant-y. The others still want to blow her pixie head off.

CRUUNNCH!

Magneto is magnetizing cars and flinging them around like he’s doing a double hammer throw. Scott shoots the guns with melty-eyes. Frost turns into ice and looks icy.

So much for subtlety.

Somehow, a group are sitting in an office at the Jean Grey school of Gray Jeans watching the action unfold in Australia in real time. One lady is wearing tight black spandex and a…thing…on her head. A guy is wearing nothing but khaki cargo shorts, and he looks rocky and pointy. One lady looks like nothing more than a business executive wearing a pink Jackie O dress. That lady is Kitty Pryde.

The rocky guy is named Bobby. I’ll learn his mutant name later, what do you want from me? He can’t believe Scott Summers is hanging around with bad guys like Magneto and Emma Frost doing unsavory things like, as he puts it, contributing to something worse than the mutant apocalyptic nightmare he used to worry about as a youngin’.

Kitty Pryde isn’t surprised. But she thinks Hank McCoy should see what’s going on in Australia. If he isn’t too busy passing a kidney stone on the floor of his lab.

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I think that’s goddamned racist!

Meanwhile, in a police station in ANN ARBOR, MICHIGAN *farts for eternity*, a young man named Christopher is detained in an interrogation room. Why was he running? Because the police were chasing him! And he’s black, so that’s a recipe for a fucking knee on the neck in the wrong town. “You know who runs from the police? Bad guys,” says Detective Bitchface Ponytail Baggy-Pants.

Christopher doesn’t know what’s going on. His friend fell and hit her head, that’s all. Detective Frowny Grimace says his friend was dead and he touched her and now she’s ok. EXPLAIN! He’s like “uhhh”.

She points a menacing finger at Christopher, tells him that this country has LAWS, that one can’t just go around performing their MUTANT powers lawlessly! And so forth.

The X-Men have had enough of this. They crash and plow through the police station, crumbling walls and setting things on fire and causing some real calamity. The kind that would cause regular people to fear mutants even more than they already do, you would think. Cyclops wraps his arms around Christopher, shielding him from the destruction that they’re all bringing to ACAB Central.

Cyclops looks into the nearby security camera. “If you can hear my voice and you are a mutant… you are not alone. Do not let the humans dictate the course of your life,” he speaks to no one in particular except the single drunk fatass who’s in charge of watching the cameras. “If you are mutant you are part of an elite species that deserves every freedom. Don’t worry, my brother and sister of the atom. We are X-Men and we are standing together.”

Cyclops is actin’ weird. I barely know him though; only from Joss Whedon’s Astonishing X-Men and Joss wrote him as kind of an equivocating pussy. This version, though, he’s all like “MY BROTHER AND SISTER OF THE ATOM RRRAAARRGHHH!” like it means anything!

The other X-Men team, the seemingly more sane team, they think Cyclops is actin’ weird too. Kitty Pryde, the other lady, Bobby, and Beast are on the hunt.

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Why does everyone need Wolverine all the time? The guy who drinks beer all day and farts? The guy’s 130 years old. His bones will snap like twigs. His bedtime is 6:30pm.

Ororo is Storm! I didn’t know that, I had to look that shit up because I have to talk about her now. Storm doesn’t want any part of a mission that might spur a mutant civil war. No way. Uh-uh. “Mutant versus mutant over who knows what’s best for the mutants? I’m not doing it, Bobby!!”

Bobby (and I’m starting to think his mutant name is just “Bobby”) wants a mutant civil war! I can see it in his dead Pointy Silver Surfer eyeballs! Kitty Pryde starts wailing that they all have to do something. She starts blubbering and boo-hooing. All sorts of “he is ruining everything we worked for!” And I’d have to agree. This Cyclops mofo is tearing down buildings to save mutants and probably killing 98 billion human children in the process! Per the X-Men Code of Conduct, that falls under Rude.

Oh, Storm knows that Cyclops is being a Rude Mutant. But, just like the loathsome democrats, it’s all about decorum. “A fight like this will end with half the mutants dead and half the world hating us.” It sounds like they have a lot of shit to figure out, like, yesterday.

“If we fight him, we lose. If we don’t fight him, we lose,” says Bobby, weighing his one option. So lose gracefully then! Give it up now, who cares, eat some Doritos and watch Survivor.

I guess if they can’t beat him, then join him. As the old saying goes. It’s like Cyclops already worked out this whole thing in his head before blowing up police officers and saving mutant nerds. OK, let’s start at the beginning! How is Cyclops even finding these kids? Mutant tracking devices? Ugh, this is too hard. Let’s get some Flamin’ Hot Cool Ranch and the Spicy Sweet Chili.

Bobby “Iceman” McDoogle (I had to look up Iceman, I’ve never heard of Iceman) says that he and Beast have known Cyclops forever, and he would never do anything like this! He refused to believe it! Everyone else stares at him silently.

Beast doesn’t look ok. He looks like he’s still shitting blood.

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Now Hank, as Captain of the Harvard rowing team, I insist you give the other humans on the team a chance.

Oh yeah, we get to see a flashback of these knuckleheads back when they looked 19 years old! Scott is penning a letter to Jean Grey, something about being afraid to tell her about whatever, it’s very vague. Hank and Bobby storm into the office and start screeching and hollering about a mob of humans trying to kill both of them! Hank is tired of mobs! Boo to mobs! Now he can see where Magneto is coming from. He has the right idea! Destroy all humans!

Cyclops is all like “now, now, dear, let’s calm down.” Hank considers resigning from the X-Men, but Cyclops tries to convince him that all his work is pivotal to their cause. They need him, especially the part of him where he’s not mad at humans but rather kind to them. Hank tells Cyclops he’s going to toss all his work aside. Fuck it! Hank is looking out for one guy *does eenie-meenie-miney-moe* …Hank!

“The human race was fine before we came along and they’ll be fine without us,” Hank declares, storming out of there. Bobby follows. Immediately outside is Beast. A time-traveling Beast? We’ll soon see.

“I apologize, Henry, for interrupting your passionate diatribe. But I need to speak with you and I remember this being a very good time and place for this type of conversation,” says Future Beast with calmness, coolness, and, dare I say, collectedededness. I believe this is going to be that talk. The birds and the bees. I’ll wait outside…

Jean Grey enters the area looking like the spitting image of Famke Janssen! Scott Summers introduces himself and demands a reciprocation. Hanks already knows who it is. “He’s me.”

Chills! Maybe I should stop reading comics in the freezer.

“This is the next evolution of Hank McCoy. Of my mutation. I have come to your future and my present. And I have come here to ask for your help.”

Ooooh, what’s he gonna ask him to do? Kill Cyclops before he grows up and becomes Mutant Hitler??

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Put the phone down NOW, Scott. I don’t want to hear that bald bitch poo-poo my brilliant plans.

Don’t call Professor Xavier, you fucking snitch! He’ll wipe our memories with that Men in Black neuralyzer! Is that what you want? No memories of anything??

The kids start listening to the blue guy. What’s the problem then, sailor? What’s wrong in the future? Is it us? IT’S NOT YOU! IT’S YOUR KIDS, MARTY! SOMETHING’S GOTTA BE DONE ABOUT YOUR KIDS! But seriously, it’s Scott. Scott’s the problem. Beast is gonna need Young Scott to come talk some sense into Old Scott.

“I need you to stop yourself from committing mutant genocide.”

Scott frowns.

Final Thoughts

Genocide! That sure sounds serious! Let’s go over the Ten stages of genocide really quick to see how far along Scott is at this moment:

1. Classification – People are divided into “them and us”. YES!
2. Symbolization – When combined with hatred, symbols may be forced upon unwilling members of pariah groups… NOPE! No symbols yet.

Scott’s isn’t even on Level 2 of the Genocide game. Don’t even worry about it right now. How about those Doritos??

I Don’t Have Time To Play the Xbox Series X That I Just Bought

This is ridiculous. What the hell was I thinking? Oh, the hubris!

Amazon’s availability of brand new Xbox Series X consoles has been extremely low since its release on November 10, 2020. As in, indefinitely unavailable. Only within the last two months has Amazon extended an invitation-only option to secure an Xbox if one is deemed worthy. All you have to do is submit an invitation request and wait it out. I thought, why not? I’ve been casually checking availability once in a while anyway without much urgency to actually buy the thing; what could it hurt? With a confident click of the mouse, I sent my invitation request. I put it out of my mind immediately. I was expecting to hear back in the next six months. Perhaps a year.

I got the email two days later with the subject “Congrats, you’re invited!”

Eep.

Xbox Series X - You're Invited!

It begins…

Well, damn. Okay. I wasn’t prepared! They caught me off guard! 72 hours? Why, that’s somewhere between 2 – 4 days! They cornered me into a hasty decision! $500. $550 with tax. Shit, that’s a lot of food I could buy to feed my kids, I– nope! Too late! Click click click, proceed to checkout.

Two days later, it was in my hands.

What was I getting myself into?

Oh my God, dude, I have to open the box? It’s 9pm on a Sunday, I have work in the morning, and I have to open the box? Gotta get a knife. Ok, easy does it, I don’t want to carve into the console like all the cars I keyed this week. Why are there so many pieces of tape on this thing? Which way does the box even open? Every side is folded into a different edge! It’s like one of those impossible figure illusions.

Whew, ok. I got it. Careful. Open the box carefully so that the console doesn’t crash onto my hardware floor and scatter 19,000 broken pieces all over my house like razor-sharp shrapnel. Oooh, cool, it comes with its own HDMI cable. My Xbox 360 didn’t come with one. I had to steal one from work.

Jesus, everything is wrapped up in this thin foam packaging. It doesn’t look like it would help whatsoever if I just dropkicked this shit down my stairs, but I won’t try that until I play Dark Souls. Why did they secure these cords with tape. MORE tape? I’m a busy man! I can’t be fumbling around with– ah, there we go, that was easy actually. Now to just take the controller included with the console and– WHY AREN’T THE BATTERIES ALREADY IN IT? I spent $550 on this! With tax! And how old are these batteries? There’s a 2021 date on them, aren’t those expiration dates supposed to be about seventeen years in the future? It’s going to corrode the electrical contacts. That’s going to blow up my whole house when it inevitably explodes, causing me to descend to Hell before I get a chance to confess all my sins!

Ok, never mind, these batteries seem fine. There’s another date on there that says 2029. That’s when that asteroid was supposed to hit Earth. That’s a long way away, so we’re good for now.

Xbox Series X - Andre Braugher

Captain Holt has never touched an Xbox in his life.

A plug here, and outlet there, some connections here, now we’re in business! This thing is huge, it can barely fit in that little shelf underneath my cheap 11-year-old Target TV stand. I have to move all these kids toys we shove in there for no reason at the end of every day. They can just go in the garbage. They won’t even miss them!

Oh God, what now? I have to link my console to my Xbox app? My what now? I barely even have a cell phone! I already have two apps and one of them tells me the weather. Fine, Microsoft, you forced my hand again. Now, with the app, I can set up my new console exactly two minutes faster! That’s actually pretty damn good, every second counts in my hellish existence. That, however, takes me 25 minutes since I’m a goddamned moron who forgot to turn his WiFi on. That’s a whole episode of Bob’s Burgers! This isn’t worth it!

What’s this now? Syncing the console with the controller? Why? I never had to do that before. Isn’t it like a TV remote? Why do I have to do this? And this takes me another 30 minutes because I press the button on the console and then it blinks and then I press the button on the controller and then it blinks and then nothing happens. Then I go through every single combination of pressing and holding and doing one before the other and sacrificing a hippopotamus to Baphomet and nothing is working! It’s not working! It’ll never work! I spent $550 on this thing with tax and now every controller I ever try to connect to this damn thing is going to– oh, there it goes. I don’t know what I did, but there it goes. I hope I won’t have to do it again.

Xbox Series X - Bill Gates

Look, nerd, you stay away from the Microsoft products! Bad! Bad Bill Gates!

Look at this thing! I can re-download my purchased games! I can browse the store! I had never bought an Xbox One, so there’s plenty of last-generation games I need to catch up on. There’s a whole slew of old Xbox 360 games I wanted to play too and never got around to either. This is great! Wait a minute, what’s this? They have Final Fantasy VII, VIII, IX, X, X-2, XII, XIII, XIII-2, and XV available? Remastered? Are you shitting me? I haven’t played X in 17 years, I’d love to play that again. I never thought I would ever do that again! I’ve always wanted to play VII, VIII, and IX but I have never had the opportunity. And now I do? I’ll never play all this! I–

Hold on. A remastered compilation of the PS1 Crash Bandicoot games? A remastered compilation of the PS1 Spyro the Dragon games? Have I lost my mind? Those were my FAVORITE games in the late ’90s. And I get to play them again and relive some childhood magic? You mean here, in 2022, I get to play all six of these masterpieces with enhanced graphics? But I have so many other new games I’ve never played before! I have a job and kids and I’ve rekindled interest in other hobbies through this blog! I’d love to find time to read novels again someday! I–

YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS. A REMASTERED TRILOGY EDITION OF GRAND THEFT AUTO III, GRAND THEFT AUTO: VICE CITY, AND GRAND THEFT AUTO: SAN ANDREAS?

I can’t own this Xbox. What fuck did I get myself into? This cannot happen to me, this is too much. It’s too damn much. I’m hyperventilating. I’m going to go crawl into a hole. I can’t handle this. I’m going to cry. Someone, anyone, please, just hold me. Tell me it’ll be ok.

East of West, Issue #18 – “The Path of the Prophet”

* Part 3 of 14 of the The Apocalypse: Year Two storyline *

Welcome to Ghostliness & Nerfherders Presents: East of West, Issue #18 – “The Path of the Prophet”! In the previous installment, Death meets up with Xiaolian again (for one last time, as the Message prophesies) and they do really strange sex stuff in front of everybody! Like animals. Anyway, they share an earnest fear for their son’s well being and his involvement in the apocalypse yada yada yada they fuck and they’ll never see each other again.

Other than that? The Great Beast, aka Babylon, continues to be gaslighted by his Balloon. Archibald’s niece is his Chief of Staff, a smarty who will be able to point out flaws in his ideas. John Freeman 8 is going to bleed the Union dry. And all these people will probably be dead after this issue! Probably not. But maybe!


East of West, Issue #18 [March, 2015]
Written by: Jonathan Hickman
“The Path of the Prophet”

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Spin against the axis.

Cool quote, man. Very cerebral. Doesn’t make sense, though. You can’t spin against an axis. Sorry. *pushes up nerd glasses*

Babylon saunters through the scary, creepy woods with his mean, manipulative balloon. From Babylon’s point of view, through his beer goggles, the orb actually looks like a balloon. A large, frowning balloon.

“Okay, seriously. This place is creepy. How much longer until we’re out of the woods?” Babylon asks his captor. I’ve noticed in the last couple of issues that Babylon has dropped the Big Band Theory Sheldon act and has been speaking more like a normal kid. I suppose that’s what being unhooked from the Matrix will get ya.

Balloon doesn’t answer in a straightforward manner. There’s a lot of “what really is ‘here’ after all?” or “permutations of variables are consistent with location positions blah blah blah shut up geek”. Babylon tells him less talk, more navigating. Get them out of the woods faster, damnit.

Plus, Babylon knows very well that Balloon is equipped with GPS and MapQuest and a 1760s sextant, so don’t jerk him around. Balloon knows exactly where they are, and he ain’t talkin’.

Deflecting completely, Balloon instructs Babylon to hop on top of him so they can avoid the “dangerous animals in the area”, specifically one that has been tracking them. He goes on to relate their situation to a Robert Frost poem. “The best way out is always through.” How do you like them apples, buckaroo?

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Again, you can’t spin against an axis. Doesn’t anyone listen to me??

Babylon indulges Balloon’s musings. Because why not? They have all the time in the world after all, and Babylon’s a big nerd when push comes to shove. He mentions to Balloon that he sees a clearing ahead and continues Balloon’s philosophical train of thought.

“But you’re talking about a man [Robert Frost] who was surrounded by nothing but tragedy… his family history of mental illness. His wife died. I mean, the man watched four of his children die… This all means something.”

Balloon asks him to get to the point.

“The way through– that’s the metaphorical white light. The road not taken– living when you got no business doing so.” Balloon concludes that Frost had any guts, he would’ve sent a bullet ripping through his throat. But he didn’t. Makes you think, eh?

Balloon tells him that he’s wrong, but he nevertheless admires his interpretation. But enough about, there’s a beast on its way. Babylon assumes the position in a large, verdant meadow with a single green tree. He sees a desolate wasteland with a group of gnarled, dead trees. The beast is here! “Evasion scenario 1002, Balloon,” the little pipsqueak commands, “and tool up.”

Balloon turns on his weapon systems and the beast arrives. It’s Ezra Orion riding the Hell Demon! “Stand down, DHF001-DFF09.666. I mean you no harm,” Ezra tells the orb after overriding its weapon systems with a secret password: “Chosen”. The orb tells this bald bitch to call him Balloon now. It’s a better name. It’s also a better name than Ezra! Ha ha, nerd!

Ezra is like ha ha ha ha ha ha I’m not Ezra anymore! I also have a better name. It’s Bumper Pool. Pfft. Ok, it’s Prophet Orion! Not much of a change, admittedly, but there’s a nice ring to it.

Prophet Orion looks like a gross, decomposing old man on a lumpy, toothy, smelly looking demon. This is what Babylon sees:

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Hello, son, I am L. Ron Hubbard! I have a cool pamphlet that I want you to read.

I am an oracle of the times. Watch me laugh. Hear me lie.

We are all so blind. Won’t someone show us the way?”

Flashback to however long ago that Babylon McDeathMao was a baby. So, like, twelve years or something? The three Horsemen are actually HorseMEN…except that two of them are women, but whatever! Semantics!

“Here it is. Like some useless little worm…” War says with disdain in her every word, “I plucked it from its cradle while the mother wept and mewled.”

Pay no mind to this awful, nasty woman, Orion! She’s just mad because she misses the old Wild West days from about 175 years ago! Also Genghis Khan. Also Putin and Ukraine. Good times, good times.

Ezra Orion is on his knees before the Horsepersons. “Are you an agent of the end of times,” Conquest asks her large adult son, “Are you what the Message demands?” That old chestnut. It’s never a yes and she knows it. Come on, now.

“Then prove yourself,” she says, tossing the baby to him like a dang football. Here’s what’s going on: this is a simulation. Not a stimulation, mind you, but it could very well be that too for all I know. Orion’s into some pretty sick shit.

So here’s what’s happening: Cheveyo and Archibald are witness to Orion sticking that Matrix helmet on the young DeathMao.

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Yeah, stop crying you little nerd. Prepare to get redpilled. Or bluepilled. Whatever, I don’t remember. You probably have access to Reddit on that thing, go check with them.

Cheveyo brings the goods. This is all primo technology from his people. “The program we designed is scalable and will need adjusting over time,” Orion mansplains to the other men in the room, “We will learn as he learns.”

They turn that sucker on, and the rest is history! Cool, huh? Wild stuff!

Sphere Balloon Orb has been activated. The fun begins. “Peekaboo, I see you,” the Orb coos at the child, presenting itself as a balloon from the very beginning.

And here we are today, with Balloon manipulating the image of Orion as a new age Joel Osteen. Orion’s here to make some, uh, modifications to Balloon. Babylon asks if he can play with his giant gerbil. Orion says yes.

“His name is Buer and he loves to play fetch…or really anything that involves biting,” smiles Orion. Babylon grabs a stick and throws it. “Go get it!” he goads the Hell Demon. The Hell Demon complies. Meanwhile, Balloon’s core had separated itself from its shell and moseys on over to Orion for a little chat.

“Where’d you get the demon?” Orb asks.
“Cheveyo summoned it from the plain and I grew it as an arm,” Orion responds sulkily.
“Hmm. Sounds painful.”

“Hey, I’ve got an idea,” Babylon chirps with a lightbulb over his head! He rides the Hell Demon like a horse. They’re really becoming good friends! It’s so touching. On paper.

“You’ve changed,” the Orb tells sad-sack, lumpy-headed Orion. It’s because the Armistice is gone, so all that work building it for nothing. Also, by the way, he just realized that he’s been a pawn all this time in the Horsemen game, so that sucks too.

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Hell yeah, jumping rope transcends species AND dimensional barriers!

Orion explains that he represented the Word, sure, but then he realized he had to become the Word to fulfill the prophecy of the Word. It was a choice he had to make. ERGO, while the Chosen are spending a lot of time dictating little DeathMao’s fate, it’s really up to him in the end.

Oh, ok, so free will then? Let’s all just get our free will sticks and bash everyone’s brains out.

Orion asks the Orb to take out his SD card. “He will be or he will not be the Great Beast. Let’s see what he shows us.”

Here’s what Babylon shows them: he tells the Hell Demon that it’s time for a nap, and curls up in one of its 200-ft tendrils and drifts off to sleep. The Hell Demon joins him! Awww, adorable.

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Doesn’t it just warm your cold, dead heart?

At the People’s Republic of America’s staging area, Xiaolian and Death hold hands while watching the envoy move around the sky like a creepy mechanical snake. She tells hubby dear that the Endless Nation agreed to assist PRA in the war, but, as you remember, the Endless Nation all but exhausted their supplies and manpower fucking up Texas, so they need Xiaolian and her people. Xiaolian has the upper hand here! That’s some good shit right there.

“I buried our real interests like seeds and reaped a harvest,” she tells him, explaining that she had a long list of demands for the Endless Nation before she would agree to theirs. Like, 11pm curfews, full access to the remote control, and Pizza Night every Saturday. Oh, and at least one trip to Six Flags over the summer.

And although Mao Town’s real demands weren’t very forthright, the Endless Nation will catch on eventually. They have to. “Doesn’t matter,” Death responds, “Anyone else’s urgency pales to our own. What did they give you?”

“The location signature of every mobile AI platform currently in use.”

Oh…huh…ok…that’s fun…uhm…

Ok, well, gotta go! But before Death fucks off forever, he’s got a little present for Xiaolian! *throws her a locket* You can talk into it and Death will hear her, but he can’t talk back and she’ll never know if he actually heard her or not. Ok, bye!

Death mounts his fireball-shooting bug horse. “Hurry back to me,” she says. “You have my word, Lady Mao,” he responds, lying. “The only thing that could keep me away… is me.”

lol

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There goes the best husband I’ve ever met…

What follows…

The next morning, alone in the meadow save for his Balloon, Babylon sleeps peacefully in the meadow. “DING!” Balloon goes off like an egg timer, “Time to wake up, young man. Exciting new adventures await.”

Grbbrbrbrb…zzzzzz…..ZZZZZZ…….. Z!

“Everybody left?” the child asks groggily.
“Yes. But I’m sure we’ll see them again.”
“Okay.”

Babylon has never felt this sensation in his stomach before, so he’s not sure if he’s right about it or not, but he thinks he’s hungry? He could really go for a Hungry-Man TV dinner right about now. The one with Salisbury steak in it.

“Well then, Babylon.” Balloon smiles, “You should eat.”

Final Thoughts

I hope Babylon gets his Salisbury steak.

Sucky Funnies for August 21, 2022

Summer is almost over and the school year is upon us. My oldest daughter starts kindergarten tomorrow! Isn’t that fucked up. I think so! Especially since she’s going to beat everyone up while she’s there. That’s my girl!

I’m switching things up for a while starting today. Three usual strips, but I’ll be nixing the user comments section on those. Then, I’ll post today’s Mallard Fillmore (which has the most loopy, completely unhinged comments I’ve ever seen on any strip) and spotlight those. Mallard Fillmore every Sunday until I get tired of that! How long will that take? Probably two weeks.


Frazz

Frazz, August 21, 2022

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Everyone’s favorite Calvin & Hobbes ripoff comic comments on sports-related nonsense that pretends to be way more thought-provoking than it actually is (not at all whatsoever). Baseball teams have their preseason in nice weather. Football teams have their preseason in nice weather. It’s like a really, really shitty version of that George Carlin bit. Jef Mallett doesn’t know when to stop ripping everything off.

Would you want your child to spend the day alone in a canoe with the school janitor? Something nefarious is going on here and I don’t want to be around to witness the worst of it.


Arlo and Janis

Arlo and Janis, August 21, 2022

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The only thing I ever have to say about Arlo and Janis is that there is never a discernible punchline. It’s like an avantgarde piece of musique concrète in the form of four colors of ink, but there’s no artistic merit to it nor any actual underlying message. It’s just the two most boring adults on Earth living their boring lives in front of everyone who never asked to see it.

“August is the traditional vacation time in much of Europe!” Not even the exclamation point can save such a miserably stilted sentence. And it only gets more dull from there! I’m going to have a goddamn heart attack if I keep writing about Arlo and Janis. I need my pills.


Heathcliff

Heathcliff, August 21, 2022

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Speaking of avantgarde art, Heathcliff is the best strip in the newspaper that you didn’t know was good. Helmets and gum and robots and Garbage Apes and poker with giraffes, every installment is a true masterpiece!

Never mind that Heathcliff is wearing a comical bee costume. Never mind that Heathcliff wears a constant visage of satisfaction. Never even mind that Heathcliff plays “Flight of the Bumblebee” flawlessly on his fife (which, I believe, is accurately notated here in the strip). I want to draw your attention to the second panel. No background. No speech. No actions. Just Heathcliff’s bee head on the bottom. Remarkable. Resplendent.

I would’ve made a joke about the Pied Piper instead, but if Heathcliff himself heard that I was naysaying he would have me smited to kingdom come! So I apologize, sir. My liege. I’ll never, ever again allow my thoughts to stray in such a manner.


Mallard Fillmore

Mallard Fillmore, August 21, 2022

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All the testimonials, the corroborating evidence, actually discovered evidence, and the consistency of the criminal activity among literally dozens upon dozens of individuals isn’t enough for your typical right-wing detached-from-reality lunatic like Loren Fishman. It’s all still speculation. It’s all still hearsay. And he’s going to stick it to all those liberal pieces of woke shit today by representing their kind as a well-dressed, neatly combed man with a giant butt chin! That’ll fucking show those lefty cucktards. *fart fart fart* There’s the democrat chin again, giving its opinions! *fart* *fart*

SATX2CCFL:Hearsay and speculation is what drives the Leftists and Dem Trump haters. The Mueller Investigation, two impeachments and now Pelosi’s Selected committee. All based on hearsay and speculation. And now an FBI raid on MAL. ALL PARTISAN POLITICAL WITCH HUNTS. All perpetuated with a compliant and cooperative MSM.

Strong words coming from a person whose username looks like a license plate! Zing!

What the…??:Just got banned from the Times of San Diego for having an opinion of my own and sticking up for myself. I’ll admit I may have gone a bit overboard on a comment to another commenter but only after I was served up a plate of the other commenters disgusting drivel. I see this as a Badge of Honor. By the way, the ToSD is very left leaning…

“Having an opinion of my own and sticking up for myself” usually means typing out a veritable colorful kaleidoscope of racist and sexist slurs while posting middle finger emojis and insisting that Anne Heche was right to plow her car into that house. And then wondering why people are so mad and mean to you about it on the Internet.

Dani:Well folks, as much as this will enrage most liberals, to paraphrase the immortal words of Rush Limbaugh, I am heading out to my 15,000 gallon, in-ground pool to take a time out and enjoy the fruits of the obscene profits I have made throughout my hard-working life. Ta-ta!

I thought Rush Limbaugh’s pool was filled with 15,000 gallons of Oxycontin and McDonald’s hamburgers.

Hey, that was fun! I’m looking forward to next Sunday already!