The Demon Annual #2 (September 1993)

I normally scan my own covers but sometimes you gotta yank 'em off the Internets. I feel dirty.

The Demon Annual #2 (September 1993)
By Garth Ennis, John McCrea, Eugene D'Angelo, and Steve Haynie
Cover by John McCrea
Edited by Peter Tomasi and Dan Raspler

I'm reading The Demon Bloodlines annual out of the Hitman trade paperback from 1997. I'm sure I own the actual annual but I currently have no idea where The Demon comics are stored. And since I'm about to read Hitman and I don't own Issues #1-4 (I just noticed Issue #4 isn't in the trade so I guess I'll be making a trip to the local comic book store!), I have to read them out of the trade which doesn't reprint the covers. And I have to begin with The Demon, right?! It won't make sense unless I start from the beginning of the beginning! Plus there's an extra Batman story!

I'm really excited for this re-read!

I should probably explain Bloodlines and how it resulted in the character Hitman but I'm terrible at explaining things without also telling four or five stories about my penis. So I'll let Steve Dillon explain it from his foreword in the Hitman trade from 1997:

How's this for a plan? Come up with an idea for a crossover series that creates a swarm of new heroes and villains, haul them up a flagpole and see which one gets saluted. That, in essence, was the thinking behind DC's Bloodlines and, in my cynical opinion, it was worth it for one reason — Hitman.

When Dillon writes "see which one gets saluted", it seems like a mistake. You'd think he'd want to say "which ones get saluted" but he's writing from a future perspective, having seen that, truly, only one of the Bloodlines characters ever really got that salute. At least that's the way I view Bloodlines history! I know a few of the characters did get their own series (I even purchased some of them. Like Anima!) but I don't think any of them were ever as popular as Tommy Monaghan (aka Hitman!). Let's do the absolute least amount of research possible and see if Steve and I were correct about Hitman being the single salutee!

Anima (from the pages of New Titans): 39 Appearances. Not too shabby! She even had her own series that went for 15 issues. She guest starred in an issue of Guy Gardner: Warrior which I probably don't have because, as I've mentioned previously, I'm an idiot who either didn't notice the name change and forgot about the series or just didn't make it to new comic day before it sold out each week! I'm pretty sure I tried to follow Anima because I thought she was a high concept development dealing with the Jungian theory of the anima and animus. But in reality, Anima simply took her name from a broken "Animal Reservation" sign. Boo! Mid-20s, college educated me was highly disappointed!

Argus (from the pages of The Flash): 28 Appearances. Argus also had his own series (I think I'm going to be surprised by how many of these characters had attempts at a series) that only went 6 issues. What a failure! I didn't read The Flash so I probably didn't even know this guy existed. Named after the Greek monster with loads of eyes because Argus, like me, could see far more than any of his stupid friends.

Ballistic (from the pages of Batman): 25 Appearances. Weakest performance so far and yet he sprung from the most popular comic book! Never even had his own series. Boring ass fuck. No thought put into him at all. "An armed and dangerous vigilante." Oh, did we need a new one of these, Doug Moench? Oh, this one was Korean? Okay, well, I guess. As long as he introduced everybody to gimbap. I don't think he did because I don't remember eating it until, um, ten or fifteen years ago? Boy do I miss the Second Son food cart in Portland! He moved to an actual location in Oregon City later in a shared space with a Viking restaurant. But I don't think he could keep up with his own popularity being that he made every roll himself and wait times could get crazy. Loved that shit, man! I miss you, dude!

Every Catholic priest should have a Crusader shield blocking their crotch. To protect the flock!

Cardinal Sin (from the pages of Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight): 2 Appearances (though one of those barely counts as it's a "Batman Encyclopedia") This guy sounds awesome and, being from Legends of the Dark Knight, I'm assuming Alan Grant created him which, again, sounds awesome! His description on the DC fandom wiki is simply "disillusioned priest". Should I type it a third time? Sounds awesome! He was the enemy of Azrael so my friend, according to the ancient algebraic equation of the enemy of my enemy is my friend. He was created by Denny O'Neal and not Alan Grant so I'm going to take back one of my "sounds awesome"s. Not because I'm a Denny O'Neal hater but because I just fucking love Alan Grant so much! I should be sparing with my "awesomes", especially at my age when I don't have a lot of them left to give. Being that his only appearance was basically the issue in which he was created, I've got to assume Cardinal Sin fucking eats shit (physically, metaphorically, literally, and spiritually).

Chimera (from the pages of Team Titans): 4 Appearances. Her life began in a comic book that was lost in continuity bullshit and never really made any sense. She didn't stand much of a chance. She was probably killed by some idiot named Bellender Phone who rode a creature he called a "winged wingless wingbred". That "joke" was for three people. Thank you! And good night!

Edge (from the pages of Superman: The Man of Steel): 6 Appearances. This is a good example how I'm doing minimal research. I'm just assuming that the "appearances" on the DC Fandom Wiki are accurate and that they constitute actual appearances. But at least one of Edge's six appearances is simply his picture on a magazine cover during the story. So I have to imagine some of these, no matter how low the number, are still inflated!

Geist (from the pages of Detective Comics): 15 Appearances. This guy sounds much cooler than he is. I was expecting some skinny white apparition with long arms, long fingers, and long fingernails with flowing white hair and eyes with no pupils. Instead, he's just a faux Nightwing with long, trailing straps. He didn't have his own series but he was one of several Bloodlines characters who starred in the six issue Blood Pack series.

Gunfire (from the pages of Deathstork the Terminator): 29 Appearances. Not as good as Anima but better than Argus! Created by Len Wein after Len Wein apparently fell off of a ladder, cracked his skull, and bled all over an X-men comic book with Gambit on the cover, Gunfire managed to hold his own title for thirteen issues! Outstanding! I don't know if he had a Cajun accent or not. His name was Andrew but his father's name was Gunther so, um, you know. His father should have been Gunfire!

Our hero!

Hitman (from the pages of The Demon): 91 Appearances! Everybody salute Tommy! I FUCKING SAID TO SALUTE!

Hook (from the pages of Green Arrow): 3 Appearances. A blind Vietnam vet who could make his prosthetic arm into an energy weapon. He was like Daredevil if Daredevil were not an attorney and was also living on the street and was also a caricature of a homeless veteran. It's probably good that Hook was eventually killed by Prometheus. Reading about Hook gave me the same feeling that I get when Pink sings about how feeding the homeless was her Vietnam.

Jamm (from the pages of The Legion of Super-Heroes): 3 Appearances. This guy's description is "prodigious surfer-dude". Um. What? Also, did DC have to include their future team in this crossover by transporting "Jamm" to the future just to get sent back in time where, I'm guessing, he was thrown in an asylum due to talking about all the future women he fucked? Consensually! Probably. I mean, the guy did get mind control powers so who's to say, really?

In 1993, this was an over-the-top joke about a patriotic American. After 2001, this look became ubiquitous.

Joe Public (from the pages of Batman: Shadow of the Bat): 8 Appearances. Oh shit! This is Alan Grant's series! Man, I fucked up thinking he was writing Legends of the Dark Knight! If only I knew how to go back and edit things instead of just leaving my mistakes flapping in the wind. Anyway, this guy looks like he sucks. And he does! He sucks other people's powers to use for himself! Meta-commentary!

Krag (from the pages of Justice League America): 5 Appearances. I'm not even sure I'm halfway through with this list and, for the most part, they've been complete flops. I'm surprised DC didn't declare bankruptcy after putting so much effort into this event for so little payoff. Maybe Hitman saved the entire fiasco all by himself!

Layla (from the pages of Lobo): 11 Appearances. Described as a "tough-as-nails space explorer" which means absolutely nothing. Created by Alan Grant but I think he didn't give a fuck about this corporate mandate to create a new character. He just wanted to write some ultra-violent shenanigans with Lobo.

Lionheart (from the pages of Justice League International): 20 Appearances. It's questionable whether this guy even had an activated meta-gene and yet he still managed to knock out 20 appearances. Good for him. I guess.

Loose Cannon (from the pages of Action Comics): 23 Appearances. Starred in his own 4 issue series. He's probably been relegated to the dustbin of DC History because all of the illiterate assholes in the world today just read his name as "Lose Cannon" and think he's a loser. Fucking morons. Asshats. Learn about spelling, loosers.

Loria (from the pages of Showcase '94): 6 Appearances. Does this one even count? If she wasn't created in Bloodlines, I don't really care. Get the fuck out of here, Loria! You stink!

Mongrel (from the pages of Hawkman): 19 Appearances. Don't get too excited about this guy's number: it contains at least four different DC Encyclopedia series. I think a lot of these characters have an extra 1-4 appearances that are really just entries in books about the DC Universe that say, "This person existed. Nobody cared." He was part of Blood Pack. Created by John Ostrander so he couldn't have been completely boring. Probably had some good dialogue. Knew some college words.

Myriad (from the pages of Superman): 6 Appearances. Before Sasha Green became Myriad, she died. How she died is just, um, well, fantastic? Here's the quote from the DC Fandom Wiki:

Sasha Green was Lex Luthor's combat instructor. One day, while training Luthor in martial arts, she beat Luthor in front of Supergirl and Lois Lane and they laughed at him. Because of the embarrassment, Luthor secretly killed Sasha Green in her locker room, framed a janitor for her death and dumped her body at a LexSan landfill.

Did Lex really have to dump the body if he framed the janitor for the murder? Maybe the description just makes things sound weirdly complicated and the dumping came as part of the framing and not like some afterthought. Supergirl and Lois should have been accessories to the murder. Don't they know better than to laugh at Lex after a woman has humiliated him?! He basically had to kill Sasha after that!

Nightblade showing off his power to cut off his own hand.

Nightblade (from the pages of Green Lantern): 20 Appearances. I'm putting myself to sleep making this list! But I really want it all in one place so every time I explain to anybody in the future how Hitman was the only successful character that came out of Bloodlines (which I always amend to, "Well, maybe Anima as well. Maybe."), I can point them to the proof!

Pax (from the pages of L.E.G.I.O.N.): 4 Appearances. This guy had "enhanced senses". So he fought crime by smelling, tasting, and touching stuff. I'd say also by hearing and listening but everybody fights crime doing at least one, if not two, of those things.

Prism (from the pages of Eclipso): 6 Appearances. Prism was created by Robert Loren Fleming so I have to assume he was a joke character. But he was created in the Eclipso comic where Robert Loren Fleming was being dark and serious. So, I don't know. Whatever. I'm so bored!

This is Razorsharp. She uses the word "spaz" but I'll allow it because of the way she straps her tits down. So hot.

Razorsharp (from the pages of Robin): 20 Appearances. She was kind of cute! I say was because she was a member of Blood Pack and the problem with Blood Pack was that they were another bunch of heroes that Geoff Johns hated so he had Superboy Prime kill them all in Final Crisis. Geoff Johns must have the emotional maturity of a nine month old Chimpanzee because he can't allow characters that he dislikes to simply exist in the DC Universe. What a fucking twat.

Shadowstryke (from the pages of Justice League America): 2 Appearances. Less appearances than Crag who made his debut in the same issue. This guy was too depressing to make any more appearances because his entire family was killed when his meta-gene was activated. And nobody wants to be reminded of that shit month after month. Unless you're reading Batman. Then it's okay for some reason.

Slingshot (from the pages of Justice League America): 5 Appearances. It doesn't seem like the New Blood characters from Justice League America had much post-Bloodlines impact at all.

Sparx (from the pages of Adventures of Superman): 55 Appearances! Holy moley! This lady really attempted to be more popular than Hitman! Most of her appearances were in Superboy and the Ravers but she had a smattering of appearances in orbiting books like Young Justice and, well, Superboy. So I'm wrong to think that Hitman was the singular character to get the fan salute. Looks like Sparx got some love too! Didn't she also manage to jump to animation as well? She looks really familiar. As soon as I saw her pic, I thought, "She's gonna have a load of appearances. Not often I recognize one of these Bloodlines goons!"

Terrorsmith (from the pages of, once again, Justice League America): 2 Appearances. I don't care to learn anything about this guy especially after reading the DC Fandom Wiki entry that states "The doctor who examinated him . . .". Reading that kind of sucks because now I'm probably going to start using the word "examinated" and people won't know it's a reference to this idiocy. They'll just think it's my idiocy!

Freight Train (from the pages of The Outsiders): 13 Appearances. This guy is out of alphabetical order because he doesn't really count. None of those 13 appearances were in Bloodlines. He's just some guy who, years later, appeared and was all, "I was bitten in the spine by an alien! I'm a New Blood, baby!" And the other Outsiders yawned and went, "That's nice, Freight. Can you hand out the coffees now?"

That's it! I finally made it through all the characters! Hitman was obviously the stand out success with a self-titled series that lasted for five years. Sparx was a close second but she was just a member of a larger cast in a Superboy comic book written by Karl Kesel who created the character and so had a financial incentive to add her to the cast. I was going to say, "I bet the writer of Superboy and the Ravers was just doing their pal Karl Kesel a favor by including Sparx" but then discovered that Kesel was actually that writer doing the favor for himself. So Hitman beat Sparx by 5 appearances and that's even with Hitman dying after that 60 issue run! He could have made a ton of more appearances instead of the occasional flashback story. And now that I've bored everybody to tears with Bloodlines history, let's get into Tommy Monaghan's origin in The Demon Annual #2!

We begin, as always, with Jason Blood engaged in a little old self-pity party. Or as some more enlightened people might call it: meditating.

I can't picture Hitman any way but with McCrea's pencils. But my brain still wants to see Val Semeiks when I'm looking at Jason Blood or Etrigan or Harry the Pillow. The penis wants what the penis wants, as my grandfather used to say. Inappropriately. At breakfast.

The prison Blood is referencing is that place in his mind where Etrigan has been trapped until Blood says his little rhyming incantation to switch places. Then he gets to spend time in the mind prison while Etrigan destroys civilization. You'd think he'd never say the incantation because it's so dangerous to let a demon of Hell loose on Earth. But sometimes a man finds himself falling out of an airplane or about to be fed into a woodchipper or needing to suck a dick to pay some bills and the only thing to save your life or your gay mouth virginity is to summon a murderous demon of chaos and destruction. It just can't be helped! Man, I wish I had known four of those incantations in college!

That's Cockney rhyming slang for "pussy".

Jason Blood questions Etrigan about the recent killings of humans by spine-sucking monsters. Are they from Hell? Etrigan assures Blood that they are not and Jason goes away relieved. But not before Etrigan sings him a little ditty about some hellish monster with magic bullets blowing people away. The Mawzir, I suspect! Because aliens aren't cool enough for a Garth Ennis The Demon annual. He needs Nazi demons as well!

Soon we meet Tommy Monaghan, a scrawny hitman who wears a neck silk. Or an ascot. A cravat? Maybe he was just recently engaged in some autoerotic asphyxiation.

Or is this a traditional Irish garment?

Tommy's waiting around to murder some fat businessman. But when the time comes, an alien named Glonth interrupts Tommy's job. What these Bloodlines aliens do is suck the spinal fluid from their victims. Usually that kills the victims but in some cases, it activates their meta-gene. But Tommy doesn't know that's what's about to happen. Tommy, and the victim, actually think something even worse is going to happen.

Is being anally raped by a massive alien worse than death? I wouldn't think so but then I kind of like butt stuff and also living.

Glonth transforms from a disgusting hairy dwarf giant into a disgusting skinless alien monstrosity. I think that's some kind of metaphor for how getting super horny and turned on turns men into animals. Then the creature "sucks" the "marrow" from the businessman's "neck" in a panel that screams, "This is definitely a sex metaphor, dumb-dumb!"

Gross! I mean sexy! I mean grossexy!

Tommy watches the attack with his "gun" in his hands and now I've reached my quota on quotation marks. The alien notices the laser sight from Tommy's rifle and decides it's still hungry and/or horny. That joke would work better in sign language since horny and hungry are nearly the exact same sign. Anyway, Tommy, not wanting to die or be butt sexed against his will, screams.

Basically a shot-for-shot recreation of The Prince of Tides.

Before Tommy wakes up in the hospital and we learn that he now suffers from x-ray vision and telepathy, we learn a little about the motivations of the aliens. They're using the human spinal fluid to feed their babies. Aw! So all this death and destruction is a necessary way of life? I can't be too upset then. Anyway, their victims who die have nearly the same amount of overall appearances as the ones who live. Ha ha! Losers!

The cops found Tommy's gun and figured he was trying to kill the guy who got killed across the street. The guy who got killed's sons figured the same thing. And since the guy was a crime boss, the boys have got to go kill the guy who was gonna kill their pop before their pop got killed by something else. Mob justice doesn't make a lot of sense if somebody ain't tryin' to kill somebody else.

Tommy beats the cop guarding his room in the hospital with a bedpan and hoofs it across town to lay low at the flat of his buddy Pat. Not Nat the Hat's flat but Pat's flat where he'll be sat to hide from the fat alien prat. I think Pat gets his ass killed later in the series and it's super sad. I'm telling you now so that when he does die, it isn't super sad at all. This revelation that a character will die later so that you don't feel sad about it is why Grave of the Fireflies is, apparently, not sad at all. Look, I don't make the rules for storytelling! And if I did, I would have made telling the story of the movie Pig illegal.

Twenty pages in, Garth Ennis remembers that this is a The Demon comic book and begins a new scene starring Jason Blood at a wine tasting. Jason Blood is all, "Ooh la la! This wine tastes like eldritch berries!" And his gay friend is all, "Oh my my! It does!" And then Glonth is all, "I'm going to butt fuck you all!" People run around terrified while Jason Blood calmly tries to kick Glonth's ass right up until he panics because he can't kick Glonth's ass and he's forced to say his little incantation.

Glonth butt fucks hard!

This issue was written in 1993 by edgelord Garth Ennis so when I explain that Ennis is making fun of the gluttony of fat people with his character Glonth, you might believe I'm not being facetious. Most of the Bloodlines aliens only suck down enough human spine goo to feed themselves and their babies. But the aliens have commented on Glonth being out of control because he's now just eating humans because they're so delicious and not because he needs sticky sweet spine paste to survive. The other aliens are also large but, presumably, their dragon-like appearance is what thin aliens should look like. Glonth is a rotund ball of spine butter that's more dwarf than dragon. And we all know that the stereotype of fantasy dwarves are slovenly, gluttonous, greedy klutzes. I'm surprised Glonth isn't constantly holding a headless child in his sticky hands and sucking at the neck in every single panel the way fat people in movies were always depicted holding a melting chocolate bar in every single movie pre-'90s (and some '90s movies). Think Larry Mondello from Leave It To Beaver. Also "Glonth" is just obviously the name of a fat alien.

Oh wait! I forgot about this panel! McCrea did sneak in the messy fat kid with the melting chocolate bar image!

Once Etrigan appears, he immediately calls Glonth a fat farting alien fuck just in case the readers missed the whole "Glonth is a fat person that we can make sport of" theme. Etrigan always tells it like it is! That's the benefit of being a demon. Or an asshole. You can just say whatever you want and then be all, "It's a virtue to say whatever the fuck I want no matter how much harm it'll do! I'm allowed to say what I think!" Then some smarmy red-headed Catholic asshole named Soy Rakelson will be all, "I admire the way that person says what they think even if I don't agree with what they say!" Although you know when he says that, he totally agrees with the bullshit the person is saying. Fuck you, Soy! You suck!

Oh! Ha ha ha! Good show, Etrigan! Let me wipe away the tears of mirth from my eyes before I do precede with your delightful fat jokes!

It's a good thing Ennis has shown that Glonth is a glutton who is eating more people than he needs because I was feeling sympathetic to his cause of survival and feeding his alien babies earlier. Now that I know he's a monstrous fat person, I've become convinced of his moral turpitude and his greedy motivations.

Glonth gets the better of Etrigan because Etrigan's arrogance gets the better of him. Being a demon from Hell whose main flaw is also that of his Lord and Unsavior, Etrigan's pride leads him to believe that beating a fat kid to death should be the easiest thing in the world. But Glonth's defensive capabilities are stronger than Etrigan suspected, probably bolstered by years of defending himself against bullies who would grab his tits in the locker room and threaten to beat him up at the weekly bowling league such that he brought a souvenir knife to school that day to defend himself and then got called to the principal's office where he wept not for fear of the principal's punishment but the anger at the injustice of adults allowing bigger kids to threaten and pick on them so that they felt their only salvation was taking up a violent defense of their own person. That's just an imaginary possibility I thought up just now and not somebody's traumatic childhood memory.

Anyway, Glonth sits on Etrigan's face.

You call a fat alien Fatso the Trampoline Gut, he's gonna sit on your face, Etty!

I'll spare everybody Etrigan's further fat jokes, especially the one where he insults John Goodman by proxy, and get to the real fun stuff: Etrigan and Glonth duel each other with police cars. With the police still in them. So, in a way, everybody wins no matter what happens! It's like watching The Wicker Man on four separate televisions all at once! You'd think that would be four times better but it's actually closer to seven times better because math is weird. Something to do with how volume increases at a different rate than surface area as something grows larger. Or something. Do you think if I was any good at math, I'd still be reading and writing about comic books at 54?!

Etrigan knocks Glonth into the sewers and then disappears. End scene. Applause. Standing ovation. "More fat jokes! Encore! Encore!" the people yell. But the people will get no more fat jokes for they are now verboten. I mean, they're not, obviously. But the kind of people who think the height of humor is making somebody else feel bad probably think they can't tell fat jokes anymore. Those stupid hats they were should actually read MATFJA: Make America Tell Fat Jokes Again. Their perception of reality is so skewed that they think if they tell a fat joke, they're going to be sent to a gulag. At worst, a few people will probably narrow their eyes at them or scold them with one or two sentences. But for them, that's the end of free speech as we know it! How dare somebody suggest they try to be better than that!? Don't these scolds know that some of us are only mentally tall enough to grab the low hanging fruit jokes?! It's ableist to tell me that I shouldn't make a joke based entirely on somebody's looks and the most superficial of stereotypes! When that happens, it makes me want to praise Hitler!

That was me playing a MAGA-type character in that last paragraph. I don't actually want to praise Hitler when somebody criticizes some stupid thing I've written in my blog! Mostly when I'm criticized, I just feel terrible and wind up eating five packages of Oreos. But I will say this: criticizing some people works! The problem is loads of people won't change because they're stubborn, stupid assholes. But some do! Like that time I was scolded at a Pink Floyd show because I was throwing candy at some women standing up and dancing in front of me blocking my view and somebody behind me was all, "Chill out, man. They're just having a good time." And I was all, "HARRUMPH!", because that's how it feels to be scolded. But I was also all, "Yeah, that dude is right. I'm being a dick. We're all here to chill to some good tunes and zone the fuck out and I brought prick behavior into this place. I should have been scolded even more than I was!" And the person barely even scolded me! Imagine doing something like that to a MAGA type. No lesson learned. Just a doubling down of being an asshat. Fuck you, Soy! Eat shit!

Anyway, back at Pat's flat, it's the reveal of our hero! Salute, damn it! SALUTE!

Another reveal: Moe and Joe Dubelz, sons of the man Hitman was supposed to kill, are conjoined twins. What are the odds that your last name is Dubelz and you wind up a conjoined twin? Like 5 to 1, maybe?

I had dinner last night with a 12 year old and they asked me my favorite DC character. I said it's probably showing my age but my favorite character was Lobo. And they were all, "You're down with the 'Bo? That's cool!" What I'm saying is the kids are alright, man! The 12 year old's father was also there, you disgusting weirdoes. Jesus! I may be gross and problematic but not illegally so!

I don't know why I mentioned that after talking about Moe and Joe Dubelz. It's not like the kid was a conjoined twin or anything. Although that would have been pretty awesome. I've never met a conjoined twin but I imagine when I do, the night will end with them sing-songing, "One of us! One of us!" Because I'm so cool, obvs.

This issue also introduces another great character that I hope Garth Ennis and John McCrea get royalties for every time it's used in a comic, cartoon, or television show:

If Disney ever buys out DC and they open up a DC World at one of their parks, they'd better have a Noonan's and a slobbering demon from Hell constantly yelling, "BAYTOR!", had better serve me drinks while I sit there all fucking day and never see any other part of the park.

Immediately after introducing Noonan's Sleazy Bar, Sean Noonan is introduced on the next panel with his stupid mustache. He charges seven dollars for a pitcher of Budweiser which, in 1993, was a fucking crime against humanity. It still might be in 2026! SEVEN BUCKS FOR A PITCHER OF DOMESTIC BEER?! Get the fuck out of here, Noonan! Batman should burn your fucking joint to the ground! I could see paying that price if Noonan's was in a Disney park! But in the crime-ridden dirty streets of Gotham?! You gotta be selling that pitcher of bud for four bucks at best!

Maybe I'm delusional and bad at math and seven bucks was a reasonable price back then. What the fuck do I know? I was barely 21 in 1993! Oh wait. This came out in September of 1993 so I guess I was recently 22. Whatever. Don't try to remember any of this personal information, you jackals! None of it matters anyway since I've changed identity at least three times!

Tommy gets some info from a couple of Dubelz' thugs before murdering them and heads out to the wake of their father to murder more people. Glonth will probably show up as well as Etrigan and a lot of people will die and Garth Ennis will be all, "Man, I love this character. I hope all the other writers are taking this assignment as seriously as I am! DC is going to make so much money on this gimmick!"

Seriously though. There's still like 20 pages left of this thing so that summation might have to do it for the issue. Unless something truly disgusting and fantastic happens (which it probably will, being Ennis), I'll be giving my final thoughts in the next paragraph.

Dammit! Something disgusting and fantastic happens! Plus more of Etrigan's fat jokes!

Okay, these are some quality fat jokes. Like a Weird Al song. Can't hate on these!

I like how Ennis identifies through Etrigan how people who think they're being outrageously funny by insulting other people always fall back on the "It was just a joke! Can't you take a joke?!" idiocy. I'm the same way when I decapitate somebody's father's corpse by swinging it around during a brawl. "Can't you take a joke?!"

Etrigan and Tommy wind up driving off Glonth by burring his guts open and stuffing a grenade in him. I guess editorial didn't want anybody to show that the aliens could be killed so Glonth makes his escape, perhaps for some end part of the story. Bloodbath! or something. Tommy manages to kill Joe Dubelz but not Moe Dubelz. I'd forgotten about that right up until Tommy began shooting at them and then it just came back: Moe Dubelz with a fucking skull attached to his shoulder and a skeleton left arm. A truly great antagonist!

The Ranking!
And that's Hitman's debut! Just another great Garth Ennis story. One of the things I always love about an Ennis book is that you can tell he's having fun writing it. Whether or not he despises supes, he has fun playing in the world of them. He might not love them as inspirational golden totems to hold up as gods. But he loves fucking tearing those idols down, doesn't he? And it's so fucking goddamn fun to read. Whether he's writing The Demon and portraying a demon from Hell doing the inspirational work that a super hero should be doing; or he's writing about a bunch of boys murdering the super heroes that other super heroes should be murdering; or he's writing about a murderous psychopath who's doing the inspirational work a super hero should be doing; or he's writing about Hitman, a different murderous psychopath than the one I meant previously (Punisher!), doing the inspirational work of a super hero, he's always going balls out to make it as violent and gory and gross and vulgar as possible. And I fucking appreciate that, man! I am a lowlife and I need lowlife entertainment! Complimentary! Garth Ennis's shit is my jelly!

Um, ew, that sounded grosser than I meant it to.

Grendel: War Child #1 (August 1992)

"Not for Children" slapped on a grisly Bisley cover is ironic, right? Or sarcastic? Surely unnecessary.

Grendel: War Child #1 (August 1992)
By Matt Wagner, Patrick McEown, Bernie Mireault, and Kurt Hathaway
Cover by Simon Bisley
Edited by Diana Schutz

If you're a Grendel fan, don't get too excited about reading my take on one of the many, many, MANY Grendel series from across the years. For some reason, I only have this single issue. I probably saw the Bisley cover and the eyeball dripping off of a hook and thought it was a new Lobo series. Or I was still desperately trying to love the series the way one of my best friends loved it. Maybe two of my best friends! ("Best friends", plural, is the second tier of friendship for me. My only bestest friend in the whole fucking world ever was my cat Judas (1999-2014). He was my soul mate!) But the most plausible reason for my having the first issue of this series and not any others is that I completely forgot about it by September 1992. I think I hit the comic book store every new comic book day (was it Friday at the time? Thursday? I don't fucking remember) but that doesn't mean I always grabbed every book I was currently reading. Pretty sure I stopped reading Guy Gardner at the time the series became Warrior because the store sold out or, being an actual fucking idiot, I scanned the rack, saw Warrior and thought, "I don't read that one. Next!" It could also be that I purchased that issue (#16? #17?) that was twenty pages of Guy flying through an asteroid belt or meteor storm or something that my friend Brent and I shit all over for at least three weeks because it had no story and maybe no dialogue? Just a total waste of time.

It's possible I'm remembering that whole Guy Gardner thing incorrectly but that's not a surprise because every time I speak about a memory I had, it's mostly speculation. It's like looking into the mists of time through a seer's crystal ball. I kind of think I remember doing a thing but maybe I just dreamed it or I thought about it once and now the time I thought maybe I did that thing has become I actually did that thing? The human brain isn't anywhere close to as amazing as we all pretend it is. We're just all dumb motherfuckers who really should have learned a long time ago to write it all down!

It's too bad I didn't collect the rest of this series just for the Simon Bisley covers! Fucking missed opportunity, baby!

The inner cover might also be a clue as to why I didn't pick up the rest of this series.

Chapter 41?! What the fuck?! I've been duped by a #1 on the cover!

The original series ended with Issue #40 so I guess this is just an extension of that story. I did read my friend's issues of Grendel the summer of 1990 (as well as his Michael Moorcock Elric books) but I probably didn't remember them well enough to understand this inner cover blurb. Maybe the blurb didn't have anything to do with the original series anyway, being that this takes place far in the future. I don't remember the original series having anything to do with a future society with multiple Grendels so I suspect this is some kind of Bill & Ted thing where Grendel had such a huge impact on society that it became the basis for how wars are fought centuries later. Whatever the case may be, I found it too confusing in 1992 for me to continue with the series. Or, you know, I just forgot about it, like I said earlier. Fifty percent chance one of those was the case. As well as another 50% chance it was some other reason (every other reason having a 50% chance of being the actual reason).

If I had a lover who was an absolute idiot, this is where I'd lean over and whisper, "That's Grendel!"

I'm acting like this is a scene from a movie because the first couple of pages are quite cinematic. The art might be a bit amateurish but I would have accepted that as simple fact in 1992 because this was a Dark Horse comic book and not one of the big two. Obviously everything would be lesser quality! Maybe "amateurish" is too harsh. It's got a bit of a Manga vibe which might be the style it's going for. But to my untrained at visual art eye, a lot of Manga just seemed unfinished, rushed, or drawn by a thirteen year old who hasn't quite gotten a handle on depth of field, shading, or realistic breasts.

Let's just chalk it up to an unjudgmental clash of cultures and move on before I hurt my own feelings by insulting Sailor Moon.

The kid in the panel with Grendel, I learn as my lover leans in and whispers, "That's Jupiter!", is Jupiter, the heir to the throne of Earth. Since the Grendels seem to exist as different warring factions now, I guess the Grendel Faction that just obtained Jupiter rules the world now.

Matt Wagner whispers, "That's Laurel Kennedy Assante and her man-maid!"

The person whispering, "Mother?", off-panel is Laurel's daughter Crystal. This first issue is going to get me acquainted with all the characters mentioned in the "The Story So Far" brief on the inside cover and then it'll be time for Issue #2 which I don't have. So I probably don't need to actually read this, right?! Although it isn't for children so maybe I'll see a butt or a booby if I hang in there!

Laurel, current Regent of the World, thinks the kidnapping of the actual heir of the world will throw the world into chaos. What she means by that is it will destabilize her rule and she'll lose power. The world is already in chaos but as long as she's technically got the keys to running it, she doesn't give a fuck. If she could be honest with her Red Devil Grendel Warriors, she would tell them, "My rule is threatened! Do you want to work for somebody who might not be able to pay you if all of this falls apart?! I don't think so! Go get that fucking kid so that I control all of the tax wealth and mining rights and the crown!"

While escaping with the child, Grendel winds up surrounded by Red Devils. I guess the person dressed as the Grendel readers recognize is the protagonist. Although has Grendel always been the protagonist? I don't fucking remember. Weren't there multiple Grendel (not concurrently but one after the other) in the main series?

Grendel owns a "laser sword" and battles "Empire troopers" in a desert canyon because Matt Wagner saw Star Wars just like everybody else.

After the battle in the canyon, everybody hops on their hoverbikes and begins the chase scene. But through canyon walls and not Redwood forests so at least that's different. Kind of. At least Matt thought up the double-sided lightsaber first!

So that's all Qui-Gon Jinn needed to do to defeat Darth Maul? Kick him in the balls?

Oh, that guy Grendel is fighting there? A gang he encountered in Chicago on his road trip with the boy to New York. What's he doing with the boy and why is this Grendel so special? I'll never know because that's it for this issue, baby!

The Ranking!
Well, I just remembered why I never got Issue #2! Because nothing fucking happens in this issue! At least nothing interesting and new. A vaguely Star Wars-esque character in a vaguely Mad Max world transports and protects a child across the country in a Little Miss Sunshine plot. Although I might be misremembering that movie. Anyway, you can probably think of plenty of movies where somebody steals a child from bad guys to help save the world. Was that the plot of The Golden Child? And with all that superficial pop culture camouflage, there's really no story at present. Just a few fight scenes and a woman yelling at her staff. It didn't pique my interest to continue here in 2026 so I imagine I felt the same in 1992. Especially since it would have been really easy to just get the second issue when it came out. We've already seen so many other comics I was collecting in 1992 that I probably shouldn't have picked up. Robin. A bunch of Eclipso annuals. Timber Wolf. Darkstars. Late issues of Justice League Europe. I want to say Shadows of the Bat but I actually enjoyed most of those. Probably so, so many more!

Lobo #3 (May 2026)

This was my brain in the late '80s, early '90s.

Lobo #3 (May 2026)
By Skottie Young, Nicoletta Baldari, Jorge Corona, Jean-Francois Beaulieu, and Nate Piekos
Cover by Jorge Corona and Jean-Francois Beaulieu
Edited by James Reid and Kathleen Wisneski

I get why people who are patriotic and religious get angry with me because I'm neither of those things. I'm sure they're thinking, "I have to pretend to be super into that shit or my peers will fucking lose it. How did you get out of having to live a performative life?!" Sometimes they try to debate me with their entire thesis being "You're a terrible person and I'm a great person because I am Christian and love the police and military and capitalism." But the thesis of my rebuttal is simply, "Okay. I don't care what you think of me. Goodbye." Is that a thesis?

I had a friend growing up who would constantly try to argue religion with me and our other friends, as if he were going to logic trap us into finally converting to Catholicism thanks to some helpful word puzzles from his hero, C. S. Lewis. Most of his arguments ended in, "Where's your faith, [my last name]?!", as if lacking faith meant anything at all to me and somehow destroyed all of my other arguments against souls or God or the existence of absolute evil or whatever other religious idea he was trying to launder through the eyes of his friends' logic sensors and belief in actual reality. As if by debating us, his ideas were just another set of equal views on the way the universe worked and not just a bunch of ancient dogma that has been used to control populaces for a couple thousand years.

So, yeah, I can understand that people who don't believe the things they espouse belief in would bristle at people who go about their lives not feeling the need to pretend in those things too. Sure, some of them actually believe that shit. But most of them, especially the ones in power (or trying to gain it) only believe in it as much as they can use it to manipulate others. They pretend they believe the things other people believe so those people will support them and they pretend to believe in those things to shit on and destroy anybody who doesn't believe them. One day, those people will all die out. I don't know when that day will be. Probably in a few thousand years because a lot of young people seem to love fascism, authority, and controlling things that don't affect them in any way at all. But one day they'll be gone because they offer nothing to the world but bad vibes, terrible takes, and abusive behavior.

I don't even care if people embrace religion for fake reasons or real reasons. The one thing which these people embrace that just makes me laugh at how huge a beta cuck it makes them is the police. Nobody fucking likes cops. NOBODY. Anybody who has ever encountered a cop has never been, "That was awesome! They really did a great job! What a needed role in our community!" I imagine the people who say they love cops must especially hate how free others are in their ability to state exactly what they think of cops. Cops are only good for feeding Wickermen. Whenever I see some poor sap flying a Thin Blue Line flag and that sap isn't a cop themselves, it fills my heart with glee that they have to live with that hypocrisy. "I love freedom and democracy so much that I want to pay a bunch of arrogant pieces of shit a ton of money to harass and beat and kill civilians!" Ha ha! Idiots.

Anyway, um, Lobo!

I love that Lobo's space pajamas are just his Omega Men uniform.

Lobo recently lost his job on a reality television show so now he's acting like he's a broke-ass motherfucker without any future. But he's still a mercenary, right? Maybe he's just sad that he's not going to be rich and famous like Nicole Richie. I'm super sad about that too. I mean that I'm not famous like Nicole Richie. I've stolen street signs, changed the letters on a fast food joint, and made a sex tape too! I guess I'm missing the key piece to her fame though: my father never fucking wrote "Hello". Stupid father.

Oh, I guess something happened to the Bounty Hunter Union when the broadcasting empire took over and all the bounty hunters lost their licenses. But some little twerpy alien guy drops by to give Lobo a psychological evaluation to kickstart the process of Lobo getting his license back. Psychological evaluation? For Lobo? To be a bounty hunter?! How can he fail?!

If I were fifteen, this panel would have instantly given me a boner. Now I'm 54 so I only have a boner in my mind.

I don't want people to think I can't pop boners at my advanced age! It's just that before I hit my late 40s, the boner drove the horniness. The boner was the beginning of the cycle and then the brain was all, "Oh shit. Let's do something with this! Why did it happen? Oh, fuck it, who cares?! Just stick somewhere warm and moist!" But now, it's the opposite. My brain actually gets horny and wants to get the sex stuff in and I have to convince my dick to join along. Oh, he joins along just fine (maybe not as staunchly and rigidly as before!) but he hardly ever starts the process anymore! I think my penis is just suffering from Weltschmerz.

The psychological test asks Lobo a series of questions in which his answers are mostly "I love fucking. I killed my entire race. I'm fucking drunk. And I don't really have any emotions other than lust (for food, women, and killing)." But eventually, the little alien dweeb asks Lobo about the first time he experienced joy that wasn't from any of the previous topics. And thus it's time for the origin story of Lobo's love of Space Dolphins! It's about fucking time!

I should note that even though I love the fuck out of Lobo, I did not follow comics for several years a number of times across my life. So if they've done the Lobo space dolphin thing at depth in some other place, I probably missed it. It's also quite probable that I just fucking forgot.

Miss Tribb is hot! Look at those gams! Too bad what eventually happens to them. Over and over again.

Little Lobo is so cute! Oh my god! I just want to cuddle the shit out of him! Also he's way cooler than all those other 4th grade nerds. I hope he kills them.

Lobo finds the controls for the aquarium and pushes the button that inexplicably destroys the glass and sets all the creatures free. I don't know why that button was installed. I guess for an emergency that I'm too unimaginative to think up. It causes Miss Tribb's panties to wad up really badly so she ends the field trip early. If there was a panel of her panties wadded up nice and snug against her alien pudenda, I'd have scanned it. So don't worry. You aren't missing anything!

Since Czarnia has no police or prison system because it's a grand utopia, nobody knows what to do with an anomaly like Lobo. So instead of murdering the little bastard because nobody knows what murder is, they call in the Pink Lantern to hug the violence out of him.

He's close to being the best lantern ever. The only thing holding him back is that I don't feel sexually attracted to him.

Lobo's memory of his childhood on Czarnia feels like a Conservative fairy tale. They love stories where the moral is "There should have been more cops." I love stories where the moral is "There should have been more Wickermen." That high school friend I mentioned earlier once had a class in high school where they split everybody up into smaller groups to manage an "island". They had to come up with some kind of budget to make their island a feasible nation state. My friend (Soy Rakelson. I've mentioned him many times before) and the jerks of his island spent their entire budget on a military. They wound up invading and taking over all the other islands which spent no money on defense. He was proud that the moral of his story was "The world needs more cops to protect all of the good people from me and these other assholes." Um, yeah. Cool, Roy. I mean Soy!

Lobo cuts off the lantern's ring finger, steals the ring, and terrorizes Czarnia for the next week with monster butterflies, devil flowers, and monstrous teddy bears. Eventually a Green Lantern comes forth to put a stop to Lobo. But that doesn't work either because the Green Lantern isn't Hal Jordan or Guy Gardner, men who would have beaten the little kid to within an inch of his stupid life. Instead, it's some weak jerk who takes pity on the child and chooses mercy over punishment. Lobo takes advantage of this and steals back the Pink Lantern Ring. That's the end of the memory because, I don't know, Lobo had no greater joy from not murdering, sexing, and drugging after that?

In the "end" (you'll get those quotes when you see the next scan!), Lobo decides he's bored of the psychological evaluation and just quits. He goes back to being happily unemployed.

What a windfall of Lobo ass this month!

The Ranking!
I love Lobo but I just feel like this series is missing something. Oh, I know exactly what it's missing: Simon Bisley, Alan Grant, and Keith Giffen! But that's okay because nostalgia is only good for horseshoes and hand grenades. I can enjoy a new thing that isn't the old thing that I loved while still feeling the feelings that I'm feeling where I feel like the new thing just isn't up to snuff! I'm a complicated and complex organism formed from multitudes of other organisms basically working together to create a meat shell that can sustain sentience! And if I can ignore all of that while reading this new Lobo, I can certainly ignore this isn't the thing I once loved and that death has claimed Keith and Alan! I don't think it will ever be able to claim Biz though. He'll probably kick death to pieces if it ever comes for him.

Batwoman #3 (May 2026)

You're allowed to be lesbian in the DC Universe but your partner can't have a face.

Batwoman #3 (May 2026)
By Greg Rucka, DaNi, Matt Hollingsworth, and Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou
Cover by DaNi and Matt Hollingsworth
Edited by James Reid and Rob Levin

Even though I don't totally know what's going on in this comic book series, I'm still reading it. And it's not because my male gaze keeps reminding me that the main character is a lesbian who might engage in lesbian sex. What even is lesbian sex? And as a mostly hetero male, why would I be interested in it? It's not for me no matter how many extra boobies and vaginas there are! It would be philosophically wrong for me to eroticize the passionate lovemaking of two women who are not engaging in the act to make some dude's penis erect! Which is why I'm totally reading this comic book because of Kate's dad, Patriarchy Kane. I know the lessons he needs to learn are probably the lessons I need to learn! So if anybody walks into my private office while I'm reading this comic book one-handed with my pants around my ankles, it's because learning about how the Patriarchy fucks us all makes me super horny.

I think I've made my intentions clear while indicating exactly how awesome a human being I am so let's read the comic book now! Just let me drop my boxers and we'll start!

Wait a second. Women naked in showers can be sad?! How do you jerk off to that?!

DaNi needs to take the David Finch School of Drawing Women in Showers so that my penis can weep semen instead of tears. Seeing Kate Kane crying in the shower making herself as small as she feels has me thinking that maybe women have internal, secret identities (some would say "individuality" and "agency" and maybe "autonomy") that have nothing to do with the men that surround them and try to imagine them naked? Is that possible? Or is this just part of the comic book fiction?

Hey, do y'all remember Bitch Planet? That was a comic book I did some blogs on which I stated right up front, "This is probably not a comic book that I should comment on!" And boy was I right! I probably shouldn't comment on this comic book either but eventually Kate's going to battle a Chupacabra and then it'll be right up my Jeopardy knowledge alley: Cryptozoology, Batman Family, and Lesbians! The other three categories would be Alice Cooper, Sour Candy, and Names of Smurfs.

I'm not sure why Kate is hiding in the shower but it might have something to do with Batwoman and how Batwoman killed dozens of people the previous night right in front of her father. Is it the killing that disturbs her? Was it the people who are after her (her hot sister included) that has her shaken? Is it a lady thing? When does menopause start? 28? 29?

Oh! Maybe it's the execution that has upset her. Her first kill, maybe? Worried about Batman's upcoming scolding lecture?

Because I don't totally know what's going on in this comic book, I don't have a lot of insight into what Kate's going through. Some people might say I don't have a lot of insight into what Kate's going through because I'm a sexist asshole who is also dimwitted. And that's fair.

Despina is the leader of an ancient Greek menstruation cult who wants Batwoman to join the cult. Despina and her cult might also have ties to Darkseid. Perhaps Beth, Kate's sister who loves to show off her pantaloons, is also involved. Or she's finally, actually dead.

Despina's lackey, Pagona, was the one that said Batwoman needs their care. Despina thinks Batwoman has just declared war on them and maybe bringing her into the cult just can't happen now. So they're going to have to war right back at Batwoman. Despina, Slay, and the cis guy whose name I don't remember are like the aggressive guy in the bar who does everything he can to piss somebody off so that when they call him out on his behavior, he'll feel justified in punching them in the nose. They say Batwoman has declared war without taking any responsibility for all the shit they did that forced Batwoman to defend herself.

Patriarchy Kane visits Kate's doctor, a woman, to tell the doctor, a woman, what she needs to do to control his daughter, Kate, another woman.

So the lesson I should be learning from Patriarchy Kane is to not tell women what they should do to protect themselves? They can think for themselves? Hunh!

I imagine I'd be a better adult male if, as a child, I had seen an episode of In Search Of . . . that was in search of "Women's Liberation". But Leonard Nimoy never did that episode for some reason. Maybe because it was the '70s? Although that was the best decade for it what with Gloria Steinem and the Equal Rights Amendment and Susan Sontag! People were in search of women's lib all over the place in the '70s! I think they almost found it and then the Reagan Conservative Blitz of the '80s was all, "No way, Joe-say! Women got no say, no how! Also the gays and the blacks! Everybody but white men shut the fuck up!" And that's why society is terrible now!

For younger people wondering what it was like to live in the '70s, especially in the place I grew up (the San Francisco Bay Area (no, I didn't grow up in San Francisco! Just nearby!)), I highly recommend Armistead Maupin's Tales of the City. I first read it in college which was a little bit less than 20 years after it was written. I just reread the first two books earlier this year (still looking for a used copy of Further Tales of the City to continue the series) and it's such a cool, casual look into the culture of the time. And the mindset of the people who are supposedly "living in a bubble". Weird that the people who accept everybody else are the ones who have been blasted as being out of touch.

If you are younger and decide to read it, keep the Internet nearby to look up every reference you don't understand. It'll be worth it!

Later, Patriarchy Kane snitches to Patriarchyman about Kate murdering a guy.

I don't know what Batman's going to do. Ask Alfred to prepare the Bat-Finger-Wagger?

The next night, Batwoman hits the town again and, geez, maybe it's not Batwoman after all? Kate assured the doctor she hadn't left the premises the night before. Why shouldn't I believe Kate?! Plus we've got that no-faced woman on the front cover being all, "Why am I on the front cover?! Could it have been me doing the killing and executing?! I'm fucking Lesbian Rorschach, bitches!"

I just now, all these years later, realized how fucking genius it was of Moore to turn The Question into Rorschach. That guy's never going to not fucking blow my mind. Just over and over again. The Master! Plus my memory is so shit that maybe that has already blown my mind five or six times over the years and then I pleasantly forget so that I can have my mind blown again at a later date.

Anyway, back to Batwoman being The Question . . . I was wrong. Terrible supposition. Stupid Comic Book Reader! The Question comes to aid Batwoman in a battle against Pagona when Batwoman breaks into Gores' penthouse office. They drive off Pagona and then engage in some lesbian stuff.

Is this how lesbian sex always ends?! I don't think I'm into that at all!

The Ranking!
At least the encounter with Montoya keeps alive the supposition that this isn't actually Kate Kane. Except that Montoya seems to recognize her. But that doesn't matter being that this is comics. Perhaps Kate is being manipulated by mind control through her therapeutic sessions in the asylum. Therapist does literally spell "the rapist" and they can delve into your mind without consent and pull some icky strings, right? Or maybe Beth has returned as Batwoman? She'd make a good evil (and sexy!) Batwoman, right?! If I knew more of the story that took place previous to this series, maybe I could make some more educated assertions. Also if I were smarter. That would probably help. I guess if anybody can figure out what's going on, it's Patriarchyman! I sure hope he swings down to solve the case soon!

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.