Deathstork the Terminator #3 (May 2026)

If that's how Slade sees the world, he needs a new fucking mask.

Deathstroke the Terminator #3 (May 2026)
By Tony Fleecs, Carmine Di Giandomenico, Ivan Plascencia, and Wes Abbott
Cover by Carmine Di Giandomenico
Edited by Brittany Holzherr and Marquis Draper

When we left Deathstork last issue, he had just been confronted by Deathblow and Deadshot. But for some reason not Deadborn. You'd think Deadborn would get more love what with having a fucking stupid fucking name. If I were writing Deathstork, he'd be first on my list as Deathstork's new nemesis. We'd learn his secret identity is Johnny Truant and he was actually stillborn but his mother's love and her story of his life (or maybe his Elseworld's life as some jerk named Navidson) somehow made him real. His catch phrase would be "Etch a Pooh air!" and he'd speak in multisyballic words because he'd read the Oxford English Dictionary so many times. Deathstroke wouldn't be able to kill him because he was more ghost than physical person. The only way to defeat him would be to find his mother and kill her. Or find the letters she sent to her blind friend and old lover, Zampano, and burn them. But then he'd find the real monster behind it all was a massive werewolf called Redwood! Also Deathstroke would groom a few minors during the run, just to keep his character tied to his canonic lore.

But back to reality (reality being this comic book I'm reading), you'd think with three guys who love guns and have dead or death in their name, they'd wipe each other out in a matter of seconds. But, surprisingly, these assholes talk a lot. Deathstork is all, "Who killed Wintergreen?!" And Deadshot is all, "Hey buddy! What're you up to?" And Deathstork is all, "Who killed Wintergreen?!" And Deadshot is all, "Why don't you surrender, buddy?" And Deathstork is all, "*waugh waugh waugh* Who killed my father . . . I mean Wintergreen?!" And Deathblow is all, "I love guns!" And then Deadshot reveals the big revelation! No, not who killed Wintergreen. But that Slade apparently knows who killed Wintergreen! What a twist!

I think maybe I suggested at some point that Slade was hunting himself because the guy he was after had all the same attributes as Slade (divorced, middle-aged, male, pedophile) and that maybe Slade wanted a real challenge so he did one of those Philip K. Dick mindwipes so he could hunt himself. Is that what's going on?!

Nobody would be fucking surprised if Deadman joined in with all the other Dead/Death/Noun/Verb guys.

How has this series made it three issues without somebody in editorial threatening to fire the letterer if they don't fucking change the fucking Goddamned fucking font?!

You may not have noticed this detail in the scanned panel above because of the coloring and the diminished size so I'll zoom in for a better look:

Who the fuck is Deathblow aiming at?!

Three of the deadliest psychopaths with guns and after several pages of fighting, nobody has been shot. How am I supposed to buy into this?! These guys are super good at shooting other people but also they're super good at not getting shot by other people who are super good at shooting people? Am I to believe that they're honoring some strict code that doesn't allow them to shoot other people mercenaries so instead they just punch each other in the face a few times and yell non-sequiturs?

What's outside the bounds? What's unacceptable? What code? Were Deadshot and Deathblow created by Ann Nocenti because I don't know what the fuck they're talking about!

In answer to Slade's very astute question, "What are you talking about?", Deadshot answers, "Rule #1, Slade!" Oh! Okay. I get it! They're talking about Fight Club. But Rule #1 is you can't talk about Fight Club so it's really confusing when you have to beat the shit out of somebody who broke Rule #1 and talked about Fight Club.

Deathbro don't miss, dude!

Oh, he doesn't?

Look, you can't be certain that "BANG" sound effect was Deathblow's gun! It may have been from when they knocked him backwards!

Hmm, I'm arguing with myself. I think I might have a Deadman situation here.

Christ this fight is choreographed worse than a Tony Daniel fight written and drawn by Tony Daniel. You'd think if you were writing the fight you were drawing, it'd be easy to translate for the reader. They'd see all the beats, understand how the characters are moving and attacking, easily decode the movements throughout. But you'd have to think one or two more times if it was Tony Daniel writing and drawing. Maybe that's unfair. Maybe he'd gotten better at it since The New 52. I've never felt the desire to pick up another one of his comics after having to read his Detective Comics. You remember? The one where The Joker cut off his own face for reasons that I'm sure they eventually got around to explaining.

So after five pages of confusing fighting and dizzying dialogue, the story slips into a flashback to explain these rules they're arguing over. Rules set up by Deathstork so that maybe he could get Adeline off his fucking back.

Two rules? That's it?!

Adeline doesn't give a shit about the family rule because her sons are already dead. And I guess Slade didn't give a shit about Rule #1 because Deadshot's accusing him of breaking Rule #1. I think maybe in the first issue, Slade went a little tiny bit against the wishes of the client by making a massive spectacle of the kill when he blasted out of the sixth floor of a parking garage in an armored vehicle spraying the whole Goddamned fucking city with poorly aimed bullets. Although they should be talking about Rule #2 and how Slade groomed Terra to get at the Titans and since the Titans consider themselves family, his fucking a minor went against the spirit of Rule #2. Not to mention the actual physical embodiment of, like, um, real, actual statutory rape laws.

Oh wait! There were more rules but they weren't important to the story yet! Rule #3 needs to be mentioned right around when Deadshot and Deathblow are going to kill Slade for free.

"No freebies in the limousine that's not what it's about" -- the Goddess Pink

I hope this becomes one of those comic books where we get a new rule every fucking issue for the next 100 issues.

Wait! Let's get back to Pink and her song, "Respect". I don't expect high-minded philosophical dialogue on a Pink album, especially one where she has a song about how volunteering to feed the homeless is her Vietnam. I mean, um, Pink? PINK?! Did you have nobody around to explain a bad idea to you?! Her song respect feels like a lot of trite dumb bullshit about how women shouldn't be putting out unless they're in some kind of relationship or they're getting something out of it or whatever. But there's a line in there that I think is the heart of the idea and I'm all for it, no matter a person's gender: "Respect is just a minimum." That is followed by "Go on, girl, and get you some!" So, see, Pink wants her girls to be out there fucking and enjoying themselves. But respect being the minimum doesn't sound like a bad rule to follow.

Or maybe I'm wrong? I know I wouldn't mind getting laid by some hot piece of ass who treated me like dogshit. At least I'd be getting laid!

My favorite line on the album, Mizundaztood (I don't know how to spell it or how many fucking Zs she used!) is this one: "What good am I to you? If I can't be broken?" Fuck that's great! Yumyumyummyyum!

Deadshot begins talking too much yet again while Deathblow stands there stupidly with his gun out which gives Deathstroke's healing factor time to kick in so that he can use his super dexterity and speed to leap at Deadshot and slice his guts open before Deathblow can even get an unmissable shot off. Plus more rules!

Oh! This is why they can't tell Slade who sent them or who killed Wintergreen. No snitching is in effect!

By the way, those three shots missed.

During the fight, the mysterious young person who is good with computers so maybe's it's Oracle calls Deathstork with some news: Wintergreen's body wasn't found at the scene. Some mercenary is searching for both Slade and Wintergreen and not caring about leaving evidence of their search. Deathstroke has an idea who it might be. Rose, maybe? That's too obvious though, right? Adeline? Anyway, Slade takes out Deadshot and Deathblow with a knife because when you fight with a gun, you simply expect to win against a knife. And that's when you always lose! I think there's a Biblical passage about it somewhere. If I knew The Bible, I'd find it and quote it but I'd probably spend more time flipping around the Bible than Russell Brand on Piers Morgan's show. I think it was something like "Let he who shoots the first bullet die by the sword and also Samaritans suck, man. Just the worst people. Fucking awful."

It's on your back, stupid.

While Deathstroke helps Deathblow look for his gun, Deadshot walks up and shoots Deathstroke in the good side of his face! Luckily his armor takes the brunt of the damage as it's blown apart because as we've seen before, his eyes don't regenerate. Just before Deadshot pulls the trigger one final time, point blank in Slade's face, he lets Slade know who killed Wintergreen. And let me tell you, it's not the most surprise twist ending anybody's ever read. It's the most expected thing Deadshot could have said.

"Holy fucking shit I just shit myself from surprise and shit!" is what I would have said if Batman had been revealed to have killed Wintergreen. But not Slade. Slade was the main line in Vegas.

The Ranking!
Is the killing of Wintergreen, along with the killing of Alfred, some kind of message DC's trying to send to its long time fans? "We don't need you old fuckers no more! Get the fuck out, man!" I have a feeling this entire story line is just going to be some elaborate Escape Room puzzle that Wintergreen set up for Slade's birthday. It'll end with Slade arriving at some dark warehouse where all the people he battled, as well as Wintergreen, alive and well, will pop out of the dark and scream, "Surprise!" Of course you don't surprise Deathstork like that so they'll all get shot in the face and it'll be the worst party ever, especially when Slade sees the blood leaking out of his giant cake and looks inside to see three dead fifteen year old girls in Terra costumes. Then Slade will shrug and quote Rule #6: "Never scare a man with a gun and super reflexes."

Christine by Stephen King (1983)

This is not a story about a car. For some reason (pretty obvious reasons, actually), I remembered this book being about a jealous car. Maybe that was more pronounced in the film (which I don't remember at all) but it's what stuck: Christine the car as a jealous and protective girlfriend to Arnie. But Christine isn't jealous at all. She's not even sentient. Or alive. Or self-driving. She's the phylactery of the accidental lich, Roland LeBay, who drives her when she's off killing anybody who looked at Arnie funny. Not she! It! It's a fucking car being driven by a dead guy! "She" doesn't ever do anything on her own!

Christine's probably also the easiest metaphor to recognize in 20th century fiction since she's a Plymouth Fury representing Roland LeBay's, um, fury. Maybe even his "mouth fury" if you want to get even stupider with the metaphor! Stephen King spends an inordinate number of pages making sure the reader understands that Roland LeBay wasn't some supernatural genius who tried to become a lich. He was just this really fucking angry guy who pissed on everybody close to him and who had, in a supernatural way, an instinct for the supernatural! Because of these instincts, he manages to create the phylactery which keeps him living after death. He makes sure his daughter chokes to death in the car as blood ritual to prepare his soul's container. Then his wife "commits suicide" inside the Fury (in quotes because maybe Roland had a little something extra to do with that, you know? To really crank up the power of his soul's vessel! Remember, he had an instinct for these things!). By the time Roland's reaching the end of his life, he seeks out a young body which he can possess. That's Arnie Cunningham (name probably chosen to invoke Happy Days and thoughts of people in the '70s returning to the '50s).

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that I was surprised that this was a story about a lich. Technically, I guess it's a case of possession as Roland begins to possess Arnie's body. But with the whole Christine as the device which enables Roland to live after death, and how it was ritually prepared (by accident and Roland's instincts, of course! Not actual magic! Roland wasn't a witch. He was just an angry dude, you know? A FURIOUS guy who loved to ply his mouth! No? Did that not work? Whatever), it really feels like a story about a lich.

I don't have too much else to say about this book. It was probably too long for the meager plot within it. The bookended sections narrated in first person by Arnie's friend Dennis are just awful as King tries to emulate a seventeen year old kid (maybe a 21 year old kid as I think he's "writing" this four years after events). The middle section with the third person narration is much better and the momentum it gave me while reading it helped me get through the second Dennis Guilder part.

Just like every previous King book, women are portrayed by how big a boner they give the male main character. So loads of males would probably really enjoy that aspect since I've been around enough guys who, when they first see a beautiful woman, will say, "I wonder how tight she is?" In this book, Dennis loves to remember, over and over again, how Roland LeBay said to Arnie while trying to sell Christine, "Nothing smells better . . . except maybe pussy!" I wonder if men learned to speak like that from reading Stephen King books?! It's an Ouroboros of male chauvinism! You know the Ouroboros, right? That snake that sucks its own dick? Best mythological creature ever!

I don't think Arnie ever fucked his car but I wouldn't place any bets in Vegas that he didn't. Everybody who got in the car always wrinkled their nose because of a weird smell. I bet it was all the rags soaked in semen hidden under the seats.

Planetary #27 (December 2009)

I know this isn't the actual front and back cover of the single issue but this version from the trade paperback will have to do.

Planetary #27 (December 2009)
By Warren Ellis, John Cassaday, Laura DePuy Martin, and Comicraft
Cover by John Cassaday and Laura DePuy Martin
Edited by Kristy Quinn and Ben Abernathy

This feels like one of those issues where I'm going to act like I got so engrossed in it that I forgot to write my reactions and then spend exactly three lines describing how the issue made me feel in some strange metaphorical anecdote that only 13% of readers understand (not because I'm so weird-cool but because I'm so weird-off-putting) which is really just a way to not have to admit that I was being lazy. It isn't going to be that, I assure you. But it really feels like that's something I would normally do. I don't have a lot of patience for final issues because this blog was initially meant to be a reminder of what happened in the previous month's issue just before I read the next month's issue in a series and why would I need to ever remember the final issue of something? It's a precedent I set fairly early with the final issue of The New 52 Blackhawks. But I don't feel like drawing naked pictures of Jakita giving birth to Ambrose Chase. It's probably easier just to comment on the actual story.

The story begins a short amount of time in the future (or maybe three actual years?) when Planetary has made it through 20% of Dowling's files. The world's technology in all fields has grown by, um, 20% and everybody is super grateful except for some weird billionaire playboy in Gotham. Elijah himself demands all the scientists working for Planetary move much faster because the only file he cares about is the one that will allow him to save Ambrose Chase. Since Planetary can sort through only so many files in a day, he passes along some of the work to the Hark Corporation and to Axel Brass and his team.

Meanwhile, Elijah, Jakita, and Drummer go over the events of Ambrose's death in meticulous detail to try to figure out what happened when he disappeared.

I'm not great at understanding scientific diagrams (is what Drummer drew a scientific diagram?) so can somebody explain why he closed the loop on the question mark in the last panel?

Was Drummer's light pen simulation supposed to say, "There's questions surrounding Ambrose's death." And then his follow up diagram supposed to say, "That is not surprising!" See? Because he turned the question mark into an exclamation point (surprising!) and then crossed that out (Not!)? Man, Barbie was fucking right on the money. Math and science are hard.

Later, they rescue Ambrose Chase. The end!

Ha ha! Just kidding! I'm still trying to interpret Drummer's sketch! Also, what the fuck is he drawing on? Just using a light pen in air?

The supposition is that Ambrose turned off time so he didn't bleed out and die. Why that means he disappeared, I don't know. Unless the planet and everything else just moved on past him and he's floating in space in a stasis bubble on the brink of death! I don't think that's happening so maybe he just began moving so slowly that everybody else began moving too fast to see him. I know that doesn't make any sense! But explain to me how 2 plus 2 equaling 4 makes sense! You fucking can't, can you?! Stupid!

Drummer does recall a Dowling file on time travel but it was only theory and the theory was that you could only time travel back to the point the machine was created. So, again, like Primer. So that won't help them since nobody has built a time machine. But then Elijah is all, "Wells built one back in 1888 but he only went forward so your theory makes sense." And Drummer is all, "So what you're saying is we can get all the way back to 1888 if we find his time machine?"

Instead they just build the same time machine that was seen in Planetary Loves JLA: Terra Obscura. I'm not sure how it's supposed to help them though. Sorry about calling y'all stupid earlier. I guess I'm the kettle, hunh?

Quick threading up of another loose one about the fictional person. It might be on the test later.

I bet the fictional character was meant to be Warren Ellis! Maybe it still will be. Maybe those two panels will be the last time the character's mentioned.

The team finds Ambrose in his bubble and surround him with the time machine. I guess when it works, it somehow nudges him out of his stasis bubble and two seconds into the future where they'll quickly catch up to him and save his life. But the Drummer fears that once you create a time machine, everybody in the future will come back to that point of time to witness the creation of the time machine. And thus future history will solidify and everybody can just go home and jerk off until they die because now there's no point. It's all been done, baby!

Except that's how it is anyway, Drummer, so stop worrying about it, dude! Just dig in and meet some future yous for a bit, save Ambrose, and then settle in for a couple decades of jerking off and not giving a shit. I assure you, it can be done!

I guess the number of Planetary teams that arrive destroy Drummer's theory that time has settled forever into one timeline.

Anyway the plan works and they save Ambrose and then all the future Ambrose's step out of the future portals and they're all, "Ha ha! We didn't want to ruin the surprise!" But I have a feeling they didn't exist until his life was saved by the medical team. You know. Due to Schrodeigger or whatever. Heisendinger? Yeah, that's the one!

The Ranking!
Turning on the time machine allowed readers to see all the various futures that could have been if Warren Ellis and John Cassaday had kept creating Planetary. But they didn't because they hate writing and drawing Ambrose Chase. At least that's my takeaway! Why bring back Ambrose and then never get any more stories out of him?! Just seems a bit racist, is what I'm getting at. Unless my believing that makes me the racist? That's enough! Turn off the cameras! We're done here! There'll be no self-reflection on my watch!

Hmm, I thought I'd actually have more to say about the series as a whole. Maybe I'm too anxious over real life problems right now (that are barely problems but the slightest of things left unresolved always loom heavy over me. I don't understand the kind of people who need drama in their lives at all times! I don't even like knowing I have to meet up with friends for dinner later in the day. Just ruins the whole morning, really!) to think on it. Maybe I'll do a wrap-up post in the future. Or maybe I'll just leave at this: 27+ commentaries on a pretty fucking cool comic book.

Planetary #26 (December 2006)

The pieces of this puzzle only come in four shapes. Is that a metaphor for the members of Planetary? Is the missing piece Ambrose?

Planetary #26 (December 2006)
By Warren Ellis, John Cassaday, Laura DePuy Martin, and Richard Starkings
Cover by John Cassaday
Edited by Kristy Quinn and Scott Dunbier

And now, the end is near. And so I face the final curtain. My friend, I'll say it clear; I'll state my case of which I'm certain. I've lived a life that's full; I traveled each and every highway. And more — much more than this — I did it my way.

If Frank Sinatra hadn't been Frank Sinatra, that song would just sound like somebody desperately trying to attempt to convince themselves that they didn't completely waste their life. But you know Frank Sinatra probably did travel down each and every highway and, yes, I mean that sexually. When do I ever mean anything not sexually? I'm a vulgar piece of shit. It's why the word "shit" is spelled out in the name of my blog. If you read my blog, you're metaphorically eating my shit. I'm like Shakespeare if Shakespeare had wiped his just-used dick all over some folio papers and wrote "Twelfth Night" above the awful stains. You know what's really sad? When I see some poor sap singing "My Way" at karaoke. "Sure, sure. Keep telling yourself you did it your way, pal. Nobody can argue with you! It's just nobody else did it your way because it doesn't look too great."

Okay, okay. I'm sorry about that! I hate being judgmental about karaoke! I love karaoke and I love everybody who gets up to sing at karaoke! Sometimes I hit unintended, innocent targets when I'm trying to lambast something else and in this case I was trying to point out that not everybody should be singing "My Way" because it just sounds like some pathetic sap on his deathbed trying not to feel depressed that they fucked up everything. But since Frankie Boy sings it, most people just think the song is inspiring and joyful but in a kind of melancholy reverie because who the fuck begins a song with "And now, the end is near, and so I face the final curtain"?! I'm calling a pharmacist right now to see if they have any extra mood stabilizers available after just typing that line! And you don't have to Sinatra-splain the way the song works in the comments section! I may be a vulgar cretin but I'm also the smartest guy in his mother's basement (at least the smartest one still alive)! The song isn't just about an old fucker dying in his bed and being happy he lived his life the way he did; the song's basically the musical version of For Whom the Bell Tolls. You're not supposed to go, "Oh, that bell has nothing to do with me! I'm young and alive and not dead or dying!" You're supposed to hear the song and think, "Oh fuck! I need to make sure I'm like this guy when I'm about to croak! Don't waste any minute of this shit, man! What am I doing reading comic books?! I should learn about fucking! I should stop worrying about vaginas possibly having teeth and go get laid!" That was a hypothetical person saying that and not me. If you think that was me, I'm going to sue you for libel. And slander. And sexual assault?

What I'm getting at is this comic book is over, baby! Technically this is the last issue because you don't write a series and then wait three years to release the final issue. That sounds more like an epilogue and an afterthought and one of those revisits because Warren kept thinking about a few more things he felt should be said about the characters. Obviously it's part of the whole but, for the moment, we're not thinking about three years in the future. We're thinking about this issue. The technical final issue! So let's go face our technically final curtain, baby!

Oh gross. I'll get back to the review after I vomit for three hours.

I'm glad it was pointed out that this thing was in John Stone's head because I would have been picturing Planetary pulling it out of his ass. Also, I've already pictured Planetary pulling it out of his ass. You can't think something like that and not contemplate it for several minutes. Slowly. Like caterpillar anal beads. Also, judging by the color of the liquid around it, it definitely was pulled out of his asshole.

I just had a spontaneous memory of the first time I ever witnessed anal beads! No idea something like that existed until that moment. I must have been nineteen because that's when I was working odd jobs for my cousin's cousin, David O'Neil, doing cabinet work. You had to be desperate for money to work for David because once he picked you up for the job, you were basically his hostage. So you'd help him sand and stain cabinets, load them on his truck, ride shotgun to the house he was fixing up, help him install them, and then wind up at his apartment drinking beers and eating pizza as he tried to renegotiate your pay rate for the day by charging you for the pizza and beer he offered you which you could refuse, I suppose, but you were fucking stuck at his apartment until he drove you home. One of those times, he popped in a porn video of a woman removing anal beads from the place they're stuffed (it's right there in the name, if you're unsure) and I was all, "Oh, this is interesting!" But I wasn't that interested because no fucking way was I getting a boner in David O'Neil's apartment!

Anyway, if David O'Neil ever does Internet searches on his own name, "Hi, Dave! I hope you never got arrested for dropping bad checks to your DUI lawyer!"

I'd like to take a short moment to say this: if you knew me in real life, you'd never believe this was my blog. Christ I fucking ramble on this thing! If I'm out with people and not drinking, I barely say a thing! Sure, get one drink in me, usually a low alcohol by volume domestic shit beer, and then maybe you would believe this was my blog. I've got a really easy to flip inhibition switch. When it's off, it's fucking off. But that switch can get bumped on in so many various ways: alcohol, LSD, mushrooms, knowing you for twenty plus years. So mostly through drugs and alcohol. But also through friendship!

This is Jakita's response to Elijah when he tells Drummer he wants the anal bug turned back on.

If this panel were a long, rectangular panel, I'd probably make it another header. Which then made me realize that the panel with Drummer looking at the bug that's obviously come out of somebody's ass would make a great panel with "Eee! Tess Ate Chai Tea!" being placed over his word balloon. It's a good visual representation of this blog!

Elijah believes he's figured out how to clear this whole rivalry up just by speaking with Randall Dowling. So even though turned the ass bug back on will reveal their location to Dowling (which is really dangerous because he owns that orbital death laser), Snow still wants to risk it.

Elijah's plan is to offer a deal: Dowling gives Snow everything he knows, all of his secret technologies and answers to mysteries and alien sex slaves. In exchange, Elijah Snow won't murder Kim Süskind. Dowling's first reaction is to laugh but that's probably because he forgot that they almost already killed her once and probably could have done it if they'd wanted to at the time. But Elijah also points out that Leather and Greene are dead so, well, what's one more? Sure, they aren't dead. But they've been disappeared permanently which is different on a semantic level but the difference is so negligible that it puts the "static" in statistics. Fuck you! That works well enough!

"My kingdom is not of this world: if my kingdom were of this world, then would my servants fight."

When did Elijah Snow become Jesus? Has that been the premise all along and I fucking missed it for 26 issues?! Man, no matter how much of The Bible I've learned about thanks to having a college degree in Literature where you need basically need to know two texts backwards and forwards to understand all the metaphor and allusions (The Bible and Hamlet), I still can't shake being raised areligious! Religion isn't the first thing I think about when I'm reading texts! It's like how, basically not having a father in my life, I miss out on tons of father/son dynamics in stories. You wouldn't believe how huge a blind spot I had with Infinite Jest because it doesn't come naturally to me to see a boy as wanting attention and love from his father!

Anyway, Snow's point is the same as Jesus's point: the material world shouldn't be your concern. Especially now that Snow has seen the afterlife thanks to Melanctha, and he's seen the shape of the world thanks to Hong Kong and Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Kwelo & his angels. Also, I imagine he's luring Dowling into a trap because if I were Dowling and I was offered the deal, "I will give you everything you ever wanted," I would take it. Unless that deal came from a candy magnate who murders children. I might not trust that guy.

Elijah declares the Deli in the Desert as their meeting place. He also mentions his "time in the wilderness". So this fucker is Jesus?! Do I need to instantly re-read this entire fucking thing? Or is this just the genre of this particular issue? Planetary as The Last Temptation of Christ? Starring Randall Dowling as the voice of Satan?

Yes, girl! Somebody's finally speaking their power!

So, this really smells like a trap but Dowling's olfactory senses are working as well as an archivist with a sinus infection on the main floor of San Diego Comic-con. He thinks he's strolling a garden of roses, the poor bastard. Knowing Dowling's arrogance, Snow baits him by calling him small and powerless. Snow knows Dowling won't show up alone. Or won't set up a trap of his own, somehow. And when Dowling breaks the deal, Snow will release the Jakita hounds. Maybe. What do I know? I couldn't even tell the man in full white and calling himself Snow, symbols of absolute purity, was a Jesus figure!

The page after that bit I scanned basically has Snow revealing what I just said in the last paragraph. Which is why I like writing about the things I'm currently reading! I want to understand it as I'm supposed to understand it without having to be told what how I'm supposed to understand it. And when the text says, "Hey, this is explicitly what I just said just a second ago, you know, if you were paying attention," I can nod my head vigorously and say, "Yes, yes sir! I was paying attention sir! I'm a smart boy! Perhaps the smartest!"

Later at the meeting in the desert (same place Jesus met Satan. I think?), Snow blows smoke in Dowling's face and points out that the super power he got from the aliens sucks fucking dick (in a bad, toothy, doesn't end in an orgasm way!). Jesus Snow reverses the temptation and attempts to get Dowling to join him in defending Earth. But Dowling, being too stupid to realize how easily he's been manipulated, turns him down. He's all, "Look, the only way you're going to be able to kill me is if this desert is full of giant ants or a massive shiftship. And what are the chances of that?!"

Pretty good, I reckon. Although I'd have preferred giant ants exploded out of the sand to tear them apart.

Randall and Kim fall into the massive hold created by the Shiftship's emergence from the Earth. Dead or dying, their bodies are picked up by the ship with Planetary now on board and they head off to finish the last business of the 20th Century before passing the torch over to Mr. Wilder and his crew of superhuman children of the City Zero survivors. That business has to do with Apokolips Earth and its threat to take over Planetary's Earth by 2011. The business is simple: delivering a couple of parcels.

I guess gods die pretty easily.

The Ranking!
The series technically ends with Elijah explaining how his version of power and knowledge is used to save people and better the world, the antithesis of Dowling's idea of power which was violence and destruction. Brother, I am so there with you. The fucking Pete Hegseths of the world will never understand true power. They'll live their entire little lives obsessed with an image they're afraid they're never quite rising to. These AI fucks who think knowledge is rote memorization of facts that are sometimes up to 40% incorrect. The kind of people who think jokes are only funny when they're belittling somebody else. The people who never find joy or whimsy in curiosity and discovery. Just a bunch of real shit Alternate Dimension Fantastic Four people out there.

Oh, one more thing. This is technically the final issue because it deals with The Four and the actual final issue doesn't come out for three more years. But Elijah does say on the last page that there's one more "loose thread to take care of". And since he's been talking about saving Ambrose, I suspect Ambrose is that loose thread which can be tied off with the scientific knowledge acquired from The Four. Luckily I don't have to wait three years to read it!

Planetary #25 (June 2006)

Okay!

Planetary #25 (June 2006)
By Warren Ellis, John Cassaday, Laura DePuy Martin, and Richard Starkings
Cover by John Cassaday
Edited by Scott Dunbier

The phrase "Seize the World!" obviously made me think of "Seize the Day!" which made me think of "Carpe Diem!" which made me assume the Latin translation of "Seize the World!" would be "Carpe Mundi!" but that's because I'm too lazy to see if it is (thus the use of "assume") and I never took Latin because the only class that was ever offered when I was in college was at seven in the morning. I mean, fuck that, right? They expect a college student to wake up, shower (negotiable), and get to class BY 7 AM?! Ludicrous. Anyway, continuing my runaway and nearly derailed train of thought, the Non-Certified Spouse sometimes uses the phrase "Carpe Crustulum" which she translates as "Seize the Cookie!" which made me think, "No wonder we've been together for almost 30 years. I love cookies!" And, finally, the train lying on its side in a massive smoking wreck, twisted bodies strewn about the landscape, as we arrive at our destination: here are all the times I mentioned cookies on Facebook:

"Nothing better than a cup of coffee and 300 Oreos."
"This morning, I discovered Carrot Cake flavored Oreos. It was nice living without diabetes but I must say goodbye to those years now."
"Just looking for a doctor that will prescribe Oreos."
"Gonna just eat these cookies left hanging on my door in the assumption that it isn't some insane holiday poisoner." [It wasn't! It was my friend Vanessa who bakes who made cookies for us!]
"Dinner is delayed because they forgot the cookies! Never a more apt time for the word 'motherfuckers.'"
"I'd probably betray my best friend for some cookies." [Oh shit! I've got a great picture to go with this one!]

The Non-Certified Spouse's friend from college, Teresa, made these for my Maundy Thursday party which I used to celebrate for my cat and the all-time love of my life, Judas!

"I learned a little sign language from a children's television show years ago and I'm proud to say I can still say, 'Please send me some cookies via helicopter.'"
"Never took Latin in college because the class began too early in the morning and I regret it so much because now I can't say 'Please send me some cookies via helicopter' in a dead language." [See?! I wasn't lying about the class!]
"My body would be so incredibly fit right now if fitness were directly related to how many cookies you eat."

That last one is scientifically accurate because I have barely had any cookies for the last six months and I've lost over 30 pounds. That's basically proof via scientific experiment where I was the test subject and just as you'd expect, being a test subject is fucking hell. Give me some cookies, for fuck's sake!

One last Honorable Mention post from the Non-Certified Spouse in relation to the closure of Wilson's Bakery in Santa Clara: "No mention of your favorite cookies, but lots of grieving! Looks like it closed in 2006."

Christ, sometimes I think amnesia would be a blessing! How many stupid memories can the human brain hold?! Although don't do that thing to me that Frost asks not be done to him in "Birches" about granting his wish too well and steal away my cookie memories!

This issue begins with Elijah confronting Alternate Dimension James Bond in the lonely pub of nuclear Strangeloves. Snow just wants Stone to know that he knows that Stone does work for The Four. Probably against his will but, well, that's what Elijah wants to know. What do they have on him and why would he help them? Especially since he met at the pub to break down Elijah's memory blocks because the pub can't be monitored by outside sources due to all the nuclear radiation and electromagnetic interference and the souls of the suicides.

When you side with shitters, you eventually get shit on. At least, I hope you do. Please, please, please hurry up and shit on everybody currently in power. And the pretend opposition party, while you're at it!

I don't know who I'm asking to shit on all the morons ruining the fucking world but if it happens to be God and They hear me and all those motherfuckers drop dead or literally get shit on, I'll be the most devout motherfucker you ever saw tomorrow! But this deal only lasts for Memorial Day Weekend. If I don't see some motherfuckers covered in shit by Monday, the deal is off the table. This deal is also open to Satan if that's the guy who can get this shit done! But I'll work that out with him another weekend so I don't get confused as to which god-like being did the paranormal dirty work.

John Stone tries to escape because he's always been able to get out of a jam before. Usually he does it by fucking the right person or drinking the right Martini or winning the big bet. But this time he decides to reveal his secret weapon: the Devil's Paw!

One thing I definitely know about Stone's personal life now: he jerks off with his left hand.

Planetary engages in an awful lot of ball kicking which is why I predicted that Kim Süskind will be taken out by a kick to the pussy.

Jakita kicks his ass and then Elijah knocks him unconscious. He later wakes up in a hospital bed without his Devil's Paw so hopefully he really does jerk off with the left. My assumption could easily be wrong because who wouldn't think about trying it with the Devil's Paw while sitting around bored and slightly horny?

From his hospital bed, John Stone spills every single bean he has on The Four because he figures he's dead anyway. Or he's dead if Planetary doesn't win. I guess John Stone just doesn't have any faith in Planetary which might be scary if Elijah thought about it for even a second!

The Four's secret origin is that Randall Dowling, with help from a Planetary Guide, knew about a crack into the bleed somewhere between the Earth and the moon. He found it and shot himself and his three cohorts through it, through the Bleed, and into a dimension where Alternate Universe Darkseid had conquered Earth.

It looks like Mogo's blow-up sex doll.

Stone explains that in exchange for gaining random super powers and immortality, The Four would give the Earth to Earth-Apokolips in 50 years. So in 2011. But they have yet to truly control Earth because of Elijah Stone so they're panicking a bit. And by "they", I guess I just mean Randall Dowling. The others, even Kim, are just useful pawns to his ambition. Stone also gives Elijah the final puzzle piece to his problem: Randall Dowling's super power.

So Dowling's super power is a really long mind penis? Gross.

The Ranking!
Holy shit! I'm so close to the end now! I never had any plans on doing any blog posts about this comic book because I'd re-read it during my blogging years and hadn't done it before. But I happened to open the short box where it was stored and who am I to deny fate?! Although 25+ issues of one series in a row (well, mostly in a row! I'm looking at you, Sexual Diseases For Fun and Profit High School) can drag a bit. It's much easier to discuss different characters from post to post instead of having to say the same thing about Elijah over and over again. It's probably why I'm always talking about cookies and how often I masturbate (not together! Although...?). I think when I do Preacher next, it's going to have to be interspersed with another series. Transmetropolitan? No, no. I think I need to give Ellis a rest for a bit. I'm sure I'll find something lying around here!

Planetary #24 (March 2006)

I'm sad this isn't an actual Planetary Guide.

Planetary #24 (March 2006)
By Warren Ellis, John Cassaday, Laura DePuy Martin, and Richard Starkings
Cover by John Cassaday
Edited by Scott Dunbier

Hopefully every issue of Elijah Stone's Planetary Guide doesn't come off as America-centric. Giving him the benefit of the doubt, I'm going to assume that every cover highlighted the part of the planet where the best secrets and mysteries for that month were discovered. Here, Elijah Snow probably covers a bunch of pyramids and ancient mounds of humanoid construction found in North, Central, and South America which predate the scientifically-accepted time of human migration to the Western continents. Or maybe it's just about Bigfoot and Mexican Bigfoot and Chilean Bigfoot. Or maybe Elijah Snow, being an American, is a fucking narcissist who can't see the planet from any other angle than the one chosen on the cover? Why should I fight his public relations battles for him?! If you think he's an arrogant asshole, what do I fucking care?! It's not like defending him by making up a bunch of possible excuses is going to win me a Marvel No-Prize! Especially since this is a Wildstorm comic book!

Look, I realize the Planetary logo always fucking shows the Western Hemisphere so, you know, fuck it. Why did I even bring it up?! We get it. Planetary gives less of a fuck about Europe, Asia, and Australia. And probably South America, too, except it's lucky enough to be photobombing North America in most shots of the Earth. Also, Planetary very much cares about Antarctica. Don't think I just forgot about that giant ice-covered alien ship converted into a Planetary trophy room and alien storage locker.

If the Bugaloos are real, I'm going to have to assume Sigmund's sea monster, H.R. Pufnstuf, and Donnie and Marie Osmond are real too. I already agree that they're all terrifying.

The issue begins with Jakita and Drummer confronting Elijah Snow, letting him know they know what he's up to. Being Elijah Snow, he knew they knew what he was up to because you can't fucking hide anything from Drummer. So now that he's lured them to a special Planetary headquarters located in Rio de Janeiro that's jam-packed with Planetary Guides, redacted interviews, and secret photographs from all across the 20th Century world (but mostly America and American interests (see Planetary Logo)), Elijah's ready to fill them in on the entire plan. I think. I hope!

I mean, I think his entire plan is to have Ambrose Chase phase back into reality at the exact right time to kick Kim Süskind in the vagina so that, being a Nazi and loving pain, she comes so hard that her head explodes. Then Randall, who loves violence and gore, will come so hard that his balls will explode. And then he'll say, "You win, Snow! I applaud your gamesmanship!" Then he'll die forever not because he wasn't some immortal god but because Warren Ellis was probably fucking bored of this shit by Issue #26.

The foundational metaphor of Elijah Snow's explanation of reality and the way humans extract knowledge from that reality is archaeology because remember how Planetary is about archaeology?!

Elijah's monologue continues from archaeology to security systems. He brings up the Century Babies and how they all have jobs to protect this system that seems to have been set up by something that understands justice. It's why the ghost in Hong Kong works for God's wank bank and said that thing about, "It's just us." It's why John Leather turned into the Lone Ranger after visiting the afterlife on Tonto's supply. It's why Jakita, the child of Century Baby Tarzan, now works with Planetary to protect the world and its secret and to help keep it weird. I mean strange. After that, he simply explains what's been happening, issue by issue. But, I mean, we read all of those issues so we don't have to go through all that again, right?! Let's just read in silence for a bit, shall we?

Hmm hmmm hmm hmmmm hmm. Oh, sorry. I sometimes hum when I read. I'll try to be more quiet.

*SCRITCH SCRITCH SCRITCH SHAZZLESHAZZLESCHFFSCHFF* Sorry, my balls suddenly itched.

(surreptitious sniff of fingers)

Oh wait! Here we go! The important bit!

Okay, maybe not super important, as far as new information goes. But it confirms what we all figured had happened based on the evidence.

The problem with saving Ambrose from his pocket of no time in no space? Elijah Snow's a hick from some rural shitstain in America and he doesn't know how to do science. But he knows Randall and Kim probably have the means to save Ambrose stashed away in their dragon's hoard of information and technology. Which is why he's going after them. Well, that and to make their heads and testicles explode.

While Elijah holds his meetings in the bowels of Planetary: Rio de Janeiro, the final two of The Four blast the building with an orbital death ray. It turns the entire building and the people within it to ash. But Elijah, Jakita, and Drummer all remain safely in the bunker that stores Snow's collection of Planetary Guides. It's really important to keep them safe in a dry, stable temperature which can't be disrupted by twenty nuclear warheads. Twenty-one, maybe, but who's going to launch 21 into the same place?! Especially when you've got an orbital death laser!

The Ranking
The Four done fucked up now! Stupid 4 and their half-finished swastika logo. Dumb Nazis! I love reading a book that explicitly says, "Nazis suck and we're going to kill those fucking bastards," because it means Nazis can't like this book. I mean, sure, I guess stupid Nazis can like the book because they're too dumb to know that it's saying they should be dead. And also all Nazis are fucking morons so I guess maybe all Nazis love this book? It's like when I see some idiot conservative praise some Kurt Vonnegut he's read and I have to kick them in the spleen and yell, "Kurt Vonnegut fucking hates you, you stupid piece of shit! Even dead, he hates you! He thinks you're an absolute moron who has wasted his life! If I got out a Ouija board right now and asked Kurt Vonnegut if he had anything to say to you, we'd spend five minutes standing around the board watching the planchette move around until it spelled out, 'Go take a flxing fuck bt a rolking doughnut!'" Don't blame the typos on dead Kurt Vonnegut! Blame them on my fat fingers and my terrible control of the planchette!

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