Archie (Vol. 1), Issue #103

Welcome to Archieness & Riverdalers Presents: Archie (Vol. 1), Issue #103!


Archie (Vol. 1) , Issue #103 [August, 1959]

Archie (Vol. 1), Issue 103


”Pool Sharks”

Archie and Jughead are preparing for an afternoon in Veronica Lodge’s pool! Nothing says “keen” like “chlorine”, I always say. When they get there, they both get an eyeful of a rather cut Mr. Lodge skimming the pool in his short pants. He’s trying to get algae out of the water and he looks super pissed off over nothing in particular. He’s all shaking and shit. I want to throw a turd at him.

Archie and Jughead are so eager to help Mr. Lodge skim the algae that they accidentally knock his flappy ass into the pool. “Don’t worry, boys!” he says, suddenly not mad even though something happened that would actually make him mad. “I’ve swallowed all the algae!”

OH MR. LODGE, YOU CARD. Veronica walks out to the pool in her best breast-supporting red one piece and shoves the boys off into the house to change into their own swimsuits! Meanwhile, Mr. Lodge decides to varnish the underside of his diving board, which doesn’t seem like a real thing that people need to do at all! He has to do it by hanging from the board by a rope, which is a dumb thing to do right at the moment since Archie and Jughead have returned in their skimpy swimsuits and are hankerin’ to use the diving board!

Mr. Lodge gets dunked into the water, and then quickly rapped on the head about thirty times in succession as the diving board bounces and vibrates.

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Sorry, princess. Daddy’s fuckin’ dead.

Mr. Lodge has several lumps on his head and now his brain is swelling inside his skull, slowly killing him. Jughead has the bright idea to untie the rope which holds the concussed Senor Lodge. “YIPE!” bleats Veronica. “J-JUGGY! N-NO!!”

The barely-alive Mr. Lodge gets dunked in the water, where he drowns promptly! “SPLUT!” he says! lol!

Archie calls Jughead an imbecile, which no one argues with, and Mr. Lodge helps himself out of the pool. He’s back to being angry again and not brain damaged (at least not too badly… yet…). “I’m going to spread out this blanket and just rest,” he declares, laying out a gaudy yellow blanket on the grass. “Let me help you, sir,” Jughead says grabbing the blanket and preparing to injure the old man further.

Here’s what happens next, and it’s a diddly doozy! Archie jumps off the diving board so high that he’s about to land on the grass! Isn’t that totally fucked up? “Quick!! Try to catch him in the blanket!” yells Jughead, who takes it upon himself to start running around while Mr. Lodge holds onto the other end for dear life. Then they wrap around a tree and slam into each other, which killed both of them instantly via blunt force trauma to each other’s erect penises.

Now what? Archie landed in a birdbath. This issue is fucking violent, man. “Archie, you almost hit those poor birds!” Veronica says as Archie’s blood pools in the water.

Everyone died. Even Veronica. The end.


”Lil’ Bit of Knowledge”

“How’s your little cousin, Ronnie?”

“Fine, Betty! We’re giving her a birthday party this afternoon!”

“How old is she today?”

“She’s four today – and she can already spell her name backwards!”

“What is her name?”

“Lil!”

Betty gets hit by a truck. The end.


”Fancy Finance”

Jughead gets two dollars for allowance every week, which, in 1959, is enough to put a down payment on a house in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. But Jughead spent $10 on hamburgers this week! What gives?! Well, sir, Jughead sold tickets at a benefit auction for 10 cents a pop. For whose benefit? Jughead’s! And what did he auction? His allowance!

Archie’s brain goes numb with rabies. The end.


”Double Trouble Cross”

Man, I’m really racking these stories up, aren’t I? This one is clearly about betraying your good friends. Let’s watch the action.

Reggie and Jughead witness Archie walking with Big Moose’s girlfriend, Midge, up to her house! “Archie must be nuts!” Jughead says, thinking about nuts now. Reggie likes the idea of Archie getting his fucking ass kicked by Big Moose. Big Moose’s final move is the punisher! It’s where Big Moose attaches a 10” spike to his arm and elbow drops you right into your skull! This is going to be delicious!

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The only delightful idea Reggie has is cozying up to the next gloryhole he lays his eyes on.

Reggie bids Jughead farewell so that he can do some snoopy snoopin’ outside Midge’s window.

“Then it’s a date, Midge! My house this afternoon?”

“Oh, yes, Archie! And thanks!”

“Now don’t tell Moose anything! I’ll take care of him!”

Delicious! Caught in the act, motherfucker. Moose is going to chop your little penis clean off. Reggie looks for him ASAP and finds him planting an entire tree in the ground exactly one panel later. Now Moose is king of a moron, because every time he talks there’s a little “(Duh!)” at the beginning. Reggie only has to say “I saw Midge” before Moose wants to snap his twig neck. Some quick thinking on Reggie’s part keeps Moose from pummeling his face into ground sirloin. Reggie points at Archie’s house and goes “there’s your homewrecker, you giant dunce.” Oh, and is Moose ever mad! Remember that time that Midge baked the wrong cookies and Moose beat her so bad she was in a coma for seven weeks?? He’s madder than even that!

Moose breaks the door off its hinges entering Archie’s house where, verily, he finds the two of them setting up a dinner table. “GRR.R!” says Moose, period and all. Archie is surprised by the impending clobbering time! Moose starts swiping around, destroying the house, and making a fracas! He knocks a cake onto the floor, ruining it…

“Happy Birthday Moose – Hey! That’s me!!!” Moose says intuitively. Midge starts crying because Moose ruined the party, and Moose feels just plain awful. It’s not his fault, though! Reggie told him Archie was sticking fingers inside–

“Ooh! I could clobber him!” Midge says, shaking. “He’s spoiled all our plans!” That’s right he did. FUCK Reggie!

The last thing we see is Moose angrily approaching Reggie, who is laughing heartily beneath a tree. Moose punches Reggie so hard up his butthole that he breaks all his teeth.


”Two Bees or Lots of Bees”

Archie shows Moose a beehive. Moose touches the beehive. They run away from the beehive.


”Snakes Alive”

Reggie sees a snake. He’s scared of the snake. Then it turned out to be a stick. Archie asks why Reggie is still shaking. It’s because the stick he picked up to hit it with turned out to be a snake! *jovial trumpet bleats*


”Bound to Agree”

A real story! Archie is screaming at Reggie, hollerin’ at him, to loan him $5. That’s like $7,000 in 1959, so it’s a lot to ask for. Reggie even requests Archie to sign a contract, but Archie gets steamed up at this!

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The only date Archie has is a date with the next gloryhole he lays his eyes on.

“You want this dough to take Ronnie to the dance? SIGN!” Reggie says with that dickhead glint in his eye. Here’s the stipulation: Archie cannot ask Veronica to the dance until Archie repays the loan! Buh? Wuh? How? Uh? “You can still go with her!” Reggie says mischievously. “If she asks you!”

How delightful! I like this Reggie cat more and more as time goes on! And then the deal is off if she learns about the contract?! What the fuck is this horseshit, sir? Forget it, pal! Archie doesn’t need to buy $5 of gummi worms after all!

Archie signs anyway, much to Reggie’s pleasure. Later, Reggie asks Veronica to the dance but she promised Archie (the loser) she would go with him. Well, Archie’s never going to that, you see, because Reggie owns his ginger ass. “Arch just made an agreement with me!” he smiles. “He agreed to wait until you asked him for the date!”

Well, this really steams Ronnie up! Girls asking guys out to the school dance? In 1959? You may as well tell a woman she can be a doctor! Oh, is she ever mad! She may even return her chastity ring!

Archie conspires with Jughead about how he’s going to get Veronica to ask him out on the date. But things get easier when Veronica appears in the park. “Yoo hoo, Archiekins!” she says all sing-songy like. “I understand you’d like me to ask you to the dance!”

Yes, please, if you could, and thank you, ma’am.

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Cockblockin’ Reggie wins again!

Archie, grumbling and clutching his fresh hernia, wonders how Veronica found out. Well, Jughead didn’t tell her, and since there’s only one other person in the entire town, that leaves Reggie! GRRRR!! That guy, he’s always scheming and plotting and pulling wings off of flies.

Now everyone’s mad because of Reggie. Archie’s going to give him what-for while Veronica intends to call his ass immediately and accept his invitation to the Hindenburg “Oh the Humanity!” Dance!

Reggie’s sweating. “Er… ah… you see… Ronnie… I think you’d better go with Archie as usual!”

It is revealed that Archie is tying Reggie up with a very thick rope, binding him to a chair and leaving him by himself until he skeletonizes.


”Memory Lane”

“Now, for heaven’s sake! Don’t forget!” yells Veronica.

“For Pete’s sake! Stop nagging me about it!” yells Archie.

“Nagging?” yells Veronica.

“You’d think I had a bad memory or something!” yells Archie. “You keep harping on it and harping on it! I tell you I won’t forget!”

Trouble in paradise, eh? *wink* *nudge*

And when Veronica asks him what he’s not going to forget, Archie forgot! See, women, this is why you should all just be lesbians.

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A dead, stinkin’ rotting elephant.

“You are to meet me tonight at eight, at fourth and main!” Veronica says, and I can already see where Archie’s going to get all twisted up and confused about it. I mean, the kid leaves Pop’s repeating Veronica’s words over and over in his head so that he doesn’t forget these complicated directions. Even Jughead is like “what the fuck are you even doing?” Oh yeah, fourth and main? That’s where the bowling alley is! What about it?

Jughead gets mad because Archie doesn’t know why he’s going to a bowling alley. “I guess I wanted to go bowling!” Archie says, perplexed and nervous. He has terrible bowling form and all the fellas are gonna laugh at him, why the fresh hell would he want to go to the bowling alley?

Jughead says it’s a date, and that they should invite Reggie, and that they should go earlier than 8pm. Keen! Archie’s gonna book the entire bowling alley for 7:30 so that the three of them can roll the ol’ ball. “Gee, it’s a good night for bowling! Wonder what made me think of it?” Archie asks himself as little bubbles pop around him, indicating that he’s drunk as fuck right now.

The next day Archie loses his mind with fear. “I w-was s-supposed t-to m-meet R-Ronnie l-last n-night,” he stammers. Reggie’s got the voice of reason: “But you bowled with us!” Very helpful.

“Is it worth a fiver to have things smoothed over?” Reggie asks devilishly, always trying to get a fiver out of his so-called friend. Reggie suggests that Archie pretends he has amnesia, slips into a fugue state, and says that he doesn’t even know who he is or where he’s at right now. That aughta work! Broads are dumb, right? It’ll be a cinch-and-a-half!

Oh damn, here comes Veronica with her hand balled into an angry fist!

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This panel is a grammar Nazi’s nightmare.

So Archie pretends to be addled and demented. He pretends he doesn’t even know his own name and Reggie rolls his eyes so hard they knock down the tree next to him. Reggie then tells Veronica that Archie has been stricken with a bad case of amnesia poisoning, to which Veronica does a series of “oh no, oh dear, oh my”-type utterings. “Can we cure it?” she asks while Archie’s drunk-bubbles pop all over the damn place.

Oh, Reggie can cure it, all right. He uppercuts Archie so fucking hard that he lands on a tree branch 800 feet in the air. “Look alive, jerk! Your memory has returned!” Reggie yells in Archie’s ear. Cough up the five smackers, by the way. Reggie has saved the day yet again!

“Are you addressing me, Stranger? I don’t know you,” mumbles Archie, head full-a bubbles. Looks like someone contracted amnesia!

Then a bomb drops on Riverdale. The end.

Final Thoughts

”Dear Archie, my name is Jeffrey from Bozeman, Montana. I hate black people! Do you hate black people, too?”

I really hate black people, Jeffrey. That’s why you don’t see any of them in my cracker-ass comic book. We ran them all out of town. Thanks for writing.

Frances Ha (2012)

Tagline:
N/A

Wide Release Date:
May 17, 2013

Directed by:
Noah Baumbach
Written by:
Noah Baumbach, Greta Gerwig
Produced by:
Noah Baumbach, Scott Rudin, Lila Yacoub, Rodrigo Teixeira

Starring:
Greta Gerwig
Mickey Sumner
Adam Driver
Michael Zegen

Frances Ha

PREGAME THOUGHTS

Again, another recommendation off the heels of the Normal People miniseries I guess want to watch twentysomethings flounder their way through their lives with little direction or abandon. I only vaguely know Greta Gerwig because of the Barbie movie. And Mickey Sumner is Sting’s daughter? lol


THE 400(ish)-WORD SYNOPSIS

Frances Halladay (Greta Gerwig) is 27 years old and lives in New York City. She has a non-lesbianic relationship with her, for all intents and purposes, life partner, Sophie (Mickey Sumner). When Sophie breaks the news to Frances that she plans on moving to her “dream neighborhood” Tribeca with another friend, Frances starts getting antsy and restless. Since Frances works as an aspiring dancer (apprentice), she can longer afford her apartment. She relocates to Chinatown and moves in with a couple of hipster guy friends Lev (Adam Driver) and Benji (Michael Zegen). There’s minor amounts of sexual tension between Frances and Benji, but he keeps joking about her being too “undatable” as a defense mechanism against, I don’t know, fucking.

Frances Ha

Benji looks like some Mad Men twerp.

As Sophie grows closer to her boyfriend Patch (Patrick Heusinger), Frances gets more disgruntled. She learns from her dance company that they don’t need Frances to work the Christmas show, which she was counting on to afford her share of the rent. She returns to her family in Sacramento for Christmas and catches up with old friends.

When Frances returns, she shares an apartment with fellow dancer Rachel (Grace Gummer). In typical Frances fashion, she is incredibly awkward and off-putting around Rachel’s friends! She learns that Sophie and Patch are relocating to Tokyo, which really fucks Frances up. She decides to visit Paris for a weekend for no reason, just on a whim. Nothing at all happens there. She sleeps in until 4pm and spends the rest of the trip bored. Frances decides to return to Vassar, her alma mater, and work as a waitress and an RA.

Sophie and Patch show up during an alumni event where Frances is working. Frances learns that the two are engaged, but they start fighting in front of her. Sophie gets too drunk and Frances lets her stay in her dorm room. Sophie admits that she had a miscarriage in Tokyo. She also admits that she isn’t happy with Patch. MAYBE THEY CAN PATCH THINGS UP HAH HAHAHA LMAO. The next morning, Frances wakes up to a note left by Sophie. She returned to New York City. Frances then returns to New York City as well, sad and broken and poor.

EPILOGUE! Sorta. Frances gets a job as a choreographer and a bookkeeper. She reconciles with Sophie. She rents her own apartment, and prepares a slip of paper with her name on it for the downstairs mailbox. Her full name “Frances Halladay” doesn’t fit on the front of the mailbox, so she folds it over so it says “Frances Ha”.

Hey, that’s the name of the movie!

Frances Ha

Ha…


TOM’S DISCUSSION CORNER

TOPIC 1 — General Movie Thoughts

I wanted to like this movie. It checked a few boxes: indie sensibilities, pretentious black-and-white cinematography, hipster/bohemian characters, all-dialogue-no-action. In fact, I did like half this movie! Barely! The other half I most definitely did not like. Overall, I thought the movie was quite boring.

Similar to The Worst Person in the World, Frances Ha portrays a young woman at a crossroads between young adulthood and, like, real adulthood. Since I basically followed a career/family life path since the age of about four-fucking-years-old, I didn’t have this stage in my late 20s where I restlessly bounced around life with uncertainty and lack of focus. In fact, my life was stifling with extreme focus. I maybe would have preferred a little bit of a fidgety quarter-life crisis before I got married and had kids. It seems more productive and reasonable. I would’ve bought a house in Berrien Springs, Michigan and put a whole bunch of gnomes on my lawn to please the neighbors.

Frances Ha

Ask me why I’m still watching this movie!

This restless uncertainty doesn’t make for a compelling movie in this case. Frances’ pillar is her best friend Sophie, and once Sophie moves from Brooklyn to Tribeca there’s an endless series of Frances lurching through a temporarily directionless life. She visits her family and friends in Sacramento for Christmas, which is an overlong montage of awkwardness and a lack of plot-forwarding character development. She moves in with fellow dancer Rachel, which is an overlong montage of awkwardness and a lack of plot-forwarding character development. She visits Paris alone, which is… you get the picture.

Gerwig’s portrayal of Frances toes the line between endearing and annoying. She says what’s on her mind without thinking, and a great absence of social grace tells me that she might be on the spectrum. Totally cringey and weird. Of course, Sumner’s portrayal is deliberately similar. So that’s two main characters acting equal parts endearing and annoying. Adam Driver as Lev is way more annoying than endearing, but he has very little screen time. Michael Zegen as Benji is dreadfully annoying. That covers everyone! What a great cast!

TOPIC 2 — Adjustment After College

OK, I lied. After about 27 years of college, I graduated and moved to Chicago at age 23. While my then-girlfriend now-wife spent her days in an unpaid teaching internship, I spent my days procrastinating on finding a job while our savings account dwindled away as each day passed. Were you ever unemployed in October after spending your whole life up to that point in school? It was bizarre to feel the autumn chill setting in and the leaves changing color while I sat around the fucking apartment eating eggs and ramen noodles and listening to podcasts and maybe applying to a job if I felt like it that day. Talk about anxious and aimless. I suppose I do know how that feels.

Frances Ha

I spent a lot of my unemployed months in the tub, so I guess I can relate to something here.

It never got better, either. Day in, day out, I tried my best to spend as little money as possible while hauling my unemployed ass to the library on a bi-daily basis in order to try to stay productive. I don’t think I fell into a depression, but I went to bed at 5am and woke up at 3pm every day. AND I never felt good until it got dark outside. AND I didn’t really do anything all day except listen to music while playing flash games and reading Something Awful. I didn’t even watch TV. I didn’t even read. I didn’t do nuthin’.

It all worked out in the end, though! I, too, hung out with friends to try to get my mind off of things. I remember for Easter I visited home with no end date on when to return to Chicago. There was a certain freedom about it that I miss, and if I knew that things were going to work out I would’ve spent that nine months lightening up a little bit and having a little more fun. Oh well! Just call me Tom Ha.


IMDb TRIVIA FUNHOUSE!

Was shot as low-key & covertly as possible on New York City streets under the title “Untitled Digital Workshop.”
How covert can you really be shooting a feature film? With key grips and best boys running around everywhere?! It’s chaos!

Greta Gerwig is in every scene of the movie.
No wonder this movie was a piece of shit. Ha!

Frances Ha

The one on the left is Sting’s daughter. You can tell because of the phony Jamaican accent and the standing in Stewart Copeland’s shadow.

Director/co-writer Noah Baumbach shot the movie in black and white to “boil it down to its barest bones,” and create an immediate “history” & “a kind of instant nostalgia.”
Sounds like someone forgot to order a box of film ink is what it sounds like to me. I know how the film industry works.

At the end of the movie, when Frances is filling out her name for her mailbox, it’s briefly revealed that the “Ha” that makes up part of her last name “Halladay.”
THIS IS NOT TRIVIA. IS ANYONE VETTING THE IMDB TRIVIA PAGES? IT’S CHAOS!


IS IT WORTH A WATCH?

I don’t think so. I’m not down on movies I don’t relate to very well, but I think Frances Ha is a little too dull to make up for its themes of uncertainty and aimlessness. Watch it if you like a protagonist that makes every social interaction incredibly cringey. I don’t!

Or if you like Adam Driver’s ugly face.

Frances Ha

Yuck.

The Dragon Reborn (Book 3) – Chapter 26: “Behind a Lock”

The Wheel of Time - Book 3 - The Dragon Reborn

After encountering Selene, who vanished without a trace, Egwene returns to the room to discuss with Elayne and Nynaeve. Else got away. Nynaeve says it doesn’t matter, they have a storeroom to investigate per Else’s information.

Since it’s located above and below, to the right and left of and behind and in front of the library, diagonally, the women head down the corridors in that direction using channeled balls of light to see in the dark. When they get to the storeroom, the discover the door is locked. This INFURIATES Nynaeve. Just makes her so FUCKING MAD. But it’s hard to get that mad over a locked door. Egwene touches the lock chain with Earth while Nynaeve creates a crowbar with Air to pry open the door. The door swings open easily because Egwene suspects she was able to do something with the lock…

The storeroom contains thirteen large bags of belongs, one for each of the missing Aes Sedai. There isn’t much of note within the bags, except the common thread is information that points to Tear. The girls waver on this clue, wondering if it’s real or a deliberate ruse to point them in the wrong direction, or even a deliberate ruse to make the right direction so obvious as to be discounted.

What to do next? Egwene fingers her ter’angreal and decides to give entering the Unseen World a shot…

Action Comics (Vol. 1), Issue #959 – “Path of Doom (Part 3)”

* Part 3 of 6 of the Path of Doom storyline *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Action Comics (Vol. 1), Issue #959 – “Path of Doom (Part 3)”! In the previous installment, things get confusing when “Clark Kent” and “Superman” and “dead Superman” are three different people. “Superman” smacks Doomsday around and pretty much loses the whole time, prompting little Jon Kent to try to fly his way over to the scene of the fight and involve himself, much to Lois’ chagrin.

On top of that, Lex Luthor is still trying to be the hero here, but it hella doesn’t work even a little fucking bit, which is hilarious. Doomsday shatters his armor and then grabs his fragile eggshell skull with one beefy, rocky hand.

So Luthor is going to die and none of us are going to give two shits! OR, he’ll live to smug around another day. You decide.


Action Comics (Vol. 1), Issue #959 [September, 2016]
Written by: Dan Jurgens
“Path of Doom (Part 3)”

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Lois has some very cozy, nostalgic feelings about Doomsday. “That name. Doomsday. We didn’t know how appropriate that would come to be. I will never forget the savagry he employed as he stormed across the country. He ripped through the Justice League like they were Amateur Hour. Clark was the last man standing between that beast and widespread, catastrophic death.”

Lady, you’re boring me out of my gourd! Oh wait, she’s still talking! Well, Superman and Doomsday had a cute little tussle that ended outside the Daily Planet when Superman got his fucking brain bashed in. “It was the worst day of my life,” Lois recalls, forgetting the day that one of her articles was on Page 24 once.

Anyway, it seems to be happening all again and Lois just wants peace. “But our son comes first.” She raps on his bedroom door intending to have a frank discussion that amounts to “Your dad is Superman.”

“How does a boy process the sight of his father fighting a monster?” Lois thinks, forgetting that young children are bouncy and they can process everything except two people having sex because that is a sin. He’s watching the fight on an iPad. “You don’t want me to see it!” Jon cries. “You’re afraid that Dad’s gonna get killed!”

Well, yeah! It happened once before! Superman keeps dying, he’s good at it! This is what she wanted to talk about! He might die again!

“I know you’re scared, and that’s scarin’ me,” Jon says, precociously replacing letters with apostrophes. “I mean, they called that freak Doomsday. With that kinda name, he’s gotta be bad.”

“Yes, he is bad. Very bad,” Lois cries.

“And Dad fought him before?” Jon asks.

“He did.”

“Well, he musta won cuz he’s here and doing fine now.”

*slap* Get yourself together kid! It’s going to be all right! *slap* *slap* *punch*

Lois doesn’t have the heart to tell her son that Superman didn’t win and he’s got a fake dad now, or whatever the fuck is going on here. I’m lost and it’s not going to clear up anytime soon because this is ACTION COMICS and we’re all about ACTION here!

Speaking of ACTION, let’s go back to the scene outside the Daily Planey where Jimmy Olsen is insisting that Clark puts on his cape and starts flying around like a super doofus.

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Stop jabberin’ and get in the air, nerd!

Clark is like “stop yelling at me!” Superman is here fighting Doomsday already! Can’t you see with your own two ginger eyes, Olsen? Two separate people.

Olsen narrows his two own ginger eyes. “I want to believe you, Clark. I really do. But if you’re really who you say you are, I hope the real Superman does something soon… before Doomsday tears Lex Luthor to shreds!”

Right, I forgot that Luthor is on Death’s door. And we care why, exactly? Because LexCorp makes fashionable commemorative belt buckles and we don’t want to lose that in our lives? Fuck Lex Luthor! This is everyone’s chance to rid the city of this bald piece of cunting shit. Luthor is hilarious scrambling away from Doomsday (who is going “GRAHHH!”) with every shred of clothing above his waist torn up. He looks scared out of his mind and I couldn’t be happier…

…but then fucking Superman flies in to save the day. I hate that guy.

Superman doesn’t want to hold back. He wants to show Doomsday his 110%, no holds barred ass pummelin’. Elsewhere, the mysterious robed man from the previous issue watches the fight on his many surveillance screens. “Stop. Think. You can’t fight your way out of this, Superman,” he says omnisciently. Like he thinks he’s Jesus or something.

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That’s right, son, you have to fuck your way out of this one!

On screen, Lex cries about his useless trillion-dollar armor. He pulls out of his pocket something I should probably know about, but I’m not ashamed to admit that it sounds stupid and I’m glad I’m only learning about it now: the Motherbox. It has God-like capabilities. “It’ll get me back in the fight so Metropolis sees how a true Superman operates,” Lex says triumphantly. Just go home and watch episodes of The Sopranos or something, Lex. Stay out of it. I mean, Christ, dude.

Lois approaches the television and then decides that they can both check on Dad for a moment; make sure his guts aren’t splattered all over the Daily Planet building and/or Jimmy Olsen. Jon asks what Superman did to beat Doomsday the first time around, and Lois is like “HAMANA-HAMANA-HAMANA-HAMANA BLUHBLUUHB” and then lies and tells her son that he just did it, ok? Stop asking so many questions. You ask too many questions.

Doomsday picks up a car and throws it. He’s quite a menacing piece of business! Superman piledrives him below the concrete and into the sewer system where the play in poop for a bit.

“We’re bringing in buses to move people out of here,” Luthor says, acting the hero.

“Thanks, Mr. Luthor!” replies someone dumb.

After 15 hours of grueling brawn, Superman realizes that he might not be able to fight! Time to use brains, of which he has none, so this is going to be pretty grim. Doomsday grabs Superman’s little melon head and throws him into a brick wall. Now, usually this shouldn’t hurt one bit, but Superman goes “AH!”

Clark Kent, the one who is useless, stands in the middle of the street and tells everyone to clear the area before it’s too late. Who died and made you boss? Oh wait, lol, the street gives away under him and Clark falls into the poopy green sewage.

Jon watches the ACTION and is pissed off that Doomsday and Superman are now under the street where he can’t see them fight anymore! It’s a ripoff of the highest order for sure. Lois tells his son to pray. lol

Clark broke his arm falling into the poop, but nothing is going to be done about this I assure you other than he is now a damsel in distress and Superman has another thing to worry about now. Clark gets mean, and says stuff like “oh yeah, bitch, you’re going to help me just like you helped before when you sent me into hiding? You owe me answers, bitch!” And Superman doesn’t know what this guy is going on about and he has no time to talk right now anyway. There’s a Doomsday to fight, you see.

 Action Comics (Vol. 1), Issue #959

Catty Clark is the best Clark.

Superman says he has a plan, but Lex Luthor swoops down into the sewer and snidely proclaims that he, Superman, has no plan at all! Superman tells him that now is not the time for his Luthorisms, he should be getting Clark Kent out to safety! Hop to it, Bezos.

Nein! Luthor wants to start blowing shit up underground even though further street collapses could result in many unwanted dea — CHOOM! Luthor fires a rocket.

Superman and Luthor argue for a bit before Luthor actually concedes, which is weird, and Superman continues flying toward Doomsday to do some more beat-’em-ups.

“Still trying to get a handle on this version of Lex Luthor,” Superman thinks. “He has the same air of superiority as the one I knew. His true motives might be a mystery… but he seems to want to do the right thing.”

Luthor rescues Clark. “Do you think he’s really Superman?” Clark asks Luthor.

“I think I have questions about both of you,” Luthor responds. They reach the surface and Luthor yells at the public to get the fuck away. Why are they all still standing on the street, mouth agape, drool spilling down their shirts? Jimmy Olsen is snapping photos, so he can stay and get killed. No one’s loss there. I don’t know why he’s bothering when this whole footage is behind filmed in real time for kids like Jon to see on their TVs. “Didja see how his war suit repaired itself?” Jon says dreamily of Luthor. “It was awesome!”

A bus shows up to cart the injured, hopefully over a cliff.

 Action Comics (Vol. 1), Issue #959

All aboard! We’re going to Vegas!

In the midst of the fight, Superman realizes that, with all the cameras shooting the ACTION, Lois and Jon must be watching at home. “They’re probably terrified,” he thinks even though his son is all like “wouldja look at that there fight!”

“I wish I could go home,” Superman thinks not very Supermanly. “Let them know everything will be all right.”

“I’m smarter now,” he adds incorrectly. He blasts Doomsday with heat vision, which is cooking the street above. Doomsday turns red, but then there’s a glimmer of a smile…

Doomsday cuts open a gas line. I don’t have to tell you what happens next! OK, yes, I love it. OK, here it is! The city basically blows up! Ha! I’m reveling in this cascade of SNAFUs.

Here, you have just got to see this!

 Action Comics (Vol. 1), Issue #959

Ha! All your fault, dipshit!

Everyone is silent. The people on the street. Lois and Jon at home. Speechless! And Superman is nowhere to be seen.

But Doomsday is still there! And he looks angrier than ever. And he’s about to pound Clark Kent into dust.

Final Thoughts

This story is shaping up to be worth it after all. Everything is fucked! I love it! Let’s keep that fuckedness going!

One Day of Hiatus

I was going to post some bullshit feature about cats being in love with dogs, or why my penis is stuck in a car door, but I don’t feel like it today. I find the election results devastating and I have a stomachache the size of the cancerous tumor currently growing in your brain.

I can’t put any effort into this blog today.

Maybe tomorrow.

But right now, no.

Fuck off, America.