Friday, January 31, 2025

The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Volume 4: The Tempest #4 (December 2018)


Quick recap on the previous volumes!

Is Mina's comment in the second panel a critique of the movie based on Moore's comic book? Or just fan reactions in general? Do you suppose Alan Moore hates Steampunk? Or did he just hate the idea that people saw The League as Steampunk, which is a reimagining of the Victorian Era with steam-based technologies that didn't exist which were made up by the modern era author, when it was not technically anachronistic but accepted anything that had ever been written as if it actually existed (even having things exist in the past before the literature they were written in if the literary story took place in that past)? So if he introduced Nemo's submarine, it was only because it existed in literature at the time rather than an invention of Moore's asking, "What if steam technology enabled a submarine to exist well before one actually did?" Although that's not exactly a good example because The League stories pretty much all took place after submarines technically existed without steampunk technology. Whatever the case, I like that Alan Moore basically took the time to call some of his critics stupid asshats on an old-fashioned parody comic strip on his cover.


I am ignorant of most of these references (I meant that in an academic way and not in a popular culture "I Recognize What Movie/TV Show/Book That Name/Thing/Device/Idea/Line was from!" way).

One of the biggest problems with Libertarians is that they believe they exist inside a vacuum and that everything they know or have learned or experienced can be chalked up to something they did or something their brain figured out. They believe they live in a world based on their own actions, opinions, and gut instincts. To be a Libertarian, one must not believe in context. One must not believe in infrastructure. One cannot believe in inheritance. Any outside help they receive was never asked for and, as such, accrued no debt. Everything a Libertarian has ever done was done by that Libertarian alone. I mention this because somethings deserve context, need context, cannot exist outside of context. And yet a Libertarian will approach something like, say, The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Volume 4: The Tempest #4 and derive naught from it but what they've brought to it. Ultimately their opinion, rendered upon things they have never heard of before shines brighter than any information from outside. And even if they pick up some of the information presented, incorporating it into the context of "Their Knowledge", it has now been laundered into something they learned, by themselves, through outside reading. It is not something taught; it is something they found and now own. The context of accumulated knowledge thanks to civilization and history is not a platform that raises them up but a platform they either found and subsequently now own or, for many, something they simply built themselves.

Was that bit about context out of context? If so, I should explain a bit. I think some media needs the proper forum in which to be viewed. It's one of the reasons liberal arts classes are so important in colleges. Because a person can read Shakespeare on their own. But you get more out of Shakespeare if taught by somebody greatly familiar with his works and the times in which they were written and the stories from which Will stole. Some people read poetry and have favorite poets and yet they miss out on much of the context of their favorite poems because they never learn how much poetry is dialogue between the poet and the poets who came before. Absolutely nothing exists outside of the context of all of human experience and a dialogue with the past. One of the main reasons I suggest people read the Christian Bible is simply because it informs so much in every story that has come out of Western Civilization. Just like you should know every inch of the Bhagavad Gita if you want to understand past and modern media of India. And I bring all of that up to say this: Alan Moore's League comic books really should be read in a class forum. Alan Moore is a comic book and pulp story historian and he's not just writing whimsical little fan fiction fantasy stories here. He's engaged in dialogue with the past and the present and the future. There's context here and I, at least, am sorry for how much of it I'm missing out on.

Many years ago, I went to see Crispin Glover present his films, What Is It? and It is Fine! Everything is Fine. I don't want to discuss those films; I simply want to mention what Crispin Glover knew about context. He refused to let these films out into a contextless world. At the very least, he wanted to present them in a way to make them understandable to an audience. To let them out into the world without context was exploitation. To help create them and then present them to an audience as gently as possible, presenting why he thought they were meaningful, and how they came to be filmed and produced, and allowing for discussion with the audience afterward, was the only way he felt comfortable putting them into the world. I understand that there will always be a kind of narcissistic personality who doesn't believe they can be or need to be taught anything at all, that they can understand anything they need to by the power of their own unbelievably perceptive minds. I hate that kind of person and can only wish them a lingering and painfully unsatisfying end to all of their experiences.

This issue begins with some old time funnies.


I don't know what exactly British readers would recognize from this but I get old single page Mad Magazine gag vibes from it.

Orlando and Emma have subcontracted the murder of 007 to this guy King who is Bond's new M or something similar. I don't remember because I read a Justice League Quarterly between this issue and the last Tempest issue and it caused some light inflammation of the brain. It doesn't look like he'll be too successful. I gleaned that from the style of the comic book as well as his incompetence shown in the story. Luckily it was quite cartoony and silly so I only cried about the cat dying for ten to fifteen minutes.

The comic book continues with a story from one of the Special Team files that Bond and his group are studying: the League's encounter with Les Hommes Mysterieux. I was hoping for a Mystery Men parody but instead we just get Orlando fighting the albino Elric wielding his black sword, Stormbringer.


Thanks for the early reminder that this is also a critique of modern comic books and their audience, Elric!

As for the women who set King on his current task, they have recently made acquaintance with Satin Astro and Marsman. The four compare notes concerning their associations with Mina Murray and look over files stolen from M.I.5. by the Moneypennys (who were sick to death of all the sexual harassment and were easily convinced into helping Orlando and Emma). One non-Mina related coincidence Satin brings up concerns the most horrific space pirate in the 30th Century who also happens to go by the name of Orlando. Marsman figures it's the same Orlando and now Orlando knows she's going to be a cool pirate dude in the far future. That could be concerning since the catastrophe that made the 30th Century suck so much began when Orlando battle the Anti-Christ in 2009. Maybe the world doesn't need an immortal, gender-swapping miscreant sticking their nose into everything?! I said maybe because you could argue that Orlando causes as much trouble as she solves but, on the other hand, she's super cool!

Moore and O'Neill have decided that every turn of the page this issue should be part of a different thread of the story in a different style so now I'm back to Mina in the Blazing Worlds. And, apparently, I have to dig my 3D glasses back out because Prospero hasn't fully reversed the nuclear explosion yet. Also these pages are parodying Little Nemo in Slumberland. Mina and Jack Nemo take a tour around the Blazing World and go see a play while Prospero continues to undo the nuclear explosion. They observe that things don't seem to be as well-off as one would expect after an unmade nuclear explosion. But they're also too engrossed in speaking like Little Nemo characters to make any perceptive revelations.

The next adventure is another pseudo-comic strip thing, "The Adventures of Jerry Cornelius." Orlando meets up with Taffy Norton and two of his pals, Jerry Cornelius and the Vegetative Buddha (a guy who anchors London in reality) on a bench in a park in London. She's dressed like John Constantine and his initials are "J.C." and there are loads of ghosts and weird paranormal crap happening in the comic so maybe it's partly about Constantine in as un-suable a fashion as possible? Even though, you know, Moore created the character!

Orlando learns that London has reached its narrative end and all the fictional-turned-real characters are fleeing. She borrows Jerry's needle gun to help kill James Bond and then fucks off, leaving Taffy and Jerry to head out on their own adventures. At least Jerry helped me out on one thing that I've always been too lazy to care enough about to look up: a lyric in XTC's "War Dance". I was pretty sure the lyric was "There's a cheap sensation keeping Fleet Street wide awake" but never was sure about the "Fleet" bit. But since that's where Jerry's fucking off to because there's a sanctuary there for fictional characters, now I know and I never had to take the scant few seconds it would have taken to search the lyrics on the Internet! Laziness for the win!

I shouldn't call that laziness. I should call it something more spiritual and high brow. Like Taoism! I always knew the answer would just come to me if I kept my mind open to receiving it!


This issue is basically just a bunch of hilarious but oft-times disturbing sketches. It's like Donald Glover's Atlanta!

A lot of these threads, being told in half-page to two-page chunks, simply pad the stories and don't really move them forward too much. It's basically how comic books and comic strips work. Rare are the strips that allow characters to grow and move on like For Better or Worse, or comics like Cerebus. Most maintain a floating timeline where everything happens in a weird limbo that somehow includes major events across decades while the character maintains the same age. It's one of the reasons DC and Marvel love to reboot characters in one way or another so they can bring them up to date with the audience. Like how Sgt. Rock went from originally serving in World War II to serving in the '90s Iraq War in The New 52. What I'm trying to say is that I might be breezing through a bunch of these since I don't have the knowledge to discuss all the various styles of writing and art that Moore and O'Neill are using.

The Shakespeare play that Jack and Nemo venture out to see is called Faerie's Fortunes Founded. It's about secret League-style histories.


I think this is Shakespearean for "What Happens in Fairyland, Stays in Fairyland."

During the play, Mina learns that Prospero's original code was 007. That's important, right? He's all, "It seems like bosoms, or a brace of noughts; two O's within a seven bracketed." I didn't realize "007" was so sexy! But now I can't unsee it!

The play continues and describes the formation of Prospero's Men, the team that preceded The League. Its members were Prospero, Ariel, Caliban, Don Quixote, Orlando, the pilgrim from Pilgrim's Progress (I think), and that woman who flashed her tits in the last issue who was a character written in the 1960s but set in Elizabethan times. It was Queen Glorianna of the Fae who organized the team herself. She even mentions how the League, in time, will be run by a woman. Mina and Jack leave the play early, fearing some terrible long range plan by the fairies which Shakespeare wrote about to be performed secretly in The Blazing World four hundred and fifty years later?

The play within a play that reveals the conscience of the queen takes place at the center of this issue. That means it's super important and the bit which all else revolves around: the saving of the Blazing World, Mina's leadership, the assassination of 007, and the saving of the entire world. Somehow, the fairy are at the center of it. Also, did I mention that the ending of the last issue was the center of the entire story: Prospero unmaking the nuclear blast. So the first half of the story is about escalating destruction. The second half of the story will be about repair. Currently, here in America, we're in the destructive phase. Who knows when we'll get a chance to repair any of it. I can't pray any harder for clogged arteries on like five hundred different hearts.

After the play, there's a funny sketch involving all of the movie James Bonds stopping King's assassination attempt on the main Bond. In the chaos, Sean Connery Bond is killed and Timothy Dalton Bond takes a few needles to the arm. Orlando and Emma's disguises are exposed and they flee their surveillance outside Vauxhall.

After that, I have to put my 3D glasses back on because it's time for "Nemo 3-D"!


Are those creatures from the Upside Down?

Now that I've lost the last of my vision due to reading non-3D lettering through 3D glasses, I'm going to have to retire from comic book blogging. Thanks a lot, Alan Moore and Kevin O'Neill! Truly it was worth it, though. The 3D effects in this comic book are so fucking good.

Mina and Jack realize the fairies are up to something and now they're working with the Demogorgon and his buddies from Stranger Things. The explosion decimating the Blazing World somehow purged it of some anti-fairy nonsense, or opened a portal (thus the Upside Downians being here?) that now allows the fairy easy access to the real world. Somehow, the destruction of the Blazing World was needed for whatever plans the Fae have for the real world. Probably the thing that causes the world to be so fucked up in Satin Astro's time!

Back in London, the Bonds begin to trace Orlando and Emma back to their hideout. But before they discover exactly where it's at, London experiences a total blackout due to Electrowoman becoming aggravated at the chaos around her when she steps back into the public eye looking for some serious man meat. The comic style during her temper tantrum is straight out of Mad Magazine with the final page being a Sergio Aragonés crowd scene. Also it could have been in the style of something more appropriately British which I wouldn't know about because I, sadly, am not British.

And finally, the plot is revealed to Mina and Jack. Prospero and Queen Glorianna put all the pieces in motion, the 007s serving Prospero who first carried the designation. The reason for Fairy's assault on the globe? Retribution for mankind disbelieving them into oscurity. Now the portal between realms is wide open and Earth shall be covered in fictional nightmares like Godzilla, King Kong, and, um, Paul Bunyan? The rebuilding of the world in Prospero and Glorianna's eyes begins now and ends in Satin Astro's 30th Century where she gets the feeling maybe things didn't have to be this way? So now she's traveled back in time to stop the plans of Prospero and the Fae so that her future stops existing and she doesn't get the feeling she should go back in time which will mean she doesn't stop the plan and winds up feeling she need to go back in time to stop the plan and, well, you get the idea. Except maybe we jettison that model of time travel and go with the one that makes this possible: branching, alternate timelines. The timeline Satin Astro left will always be a shit timeline. She goes back in time not to save that timeline but to create a new timeline that she likes better and which she gets to live in. She doesn't even need to be born in the new timeline because that wouldn't cause a paradox having shifted from one to the other. Just watch Primer and forget all about Back to the Future. You'll get it.

And finally, the 4th installment of the Secret Stars comic book.


Zom remembers his origin . . . of the Zodiac!

Having been sent into the higher realms by a magician from the future, the Seven Stars attempt to quest their way out. But to do so, they must contemplate infinity! Captain Universe gives Infinity a good thrashing by explaining Hilbert's Hotel and how multiple infinities exist simply in the spaces between whole numbers. Feeling less unique than when it all started, Infinity slouches away to have a long depression nap. The Seven Stars manage to get back to Earth only to find the 'Mass has already begun to devour London while killing all the British superheroes.

The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Volume 4: The Tempest #4 Rating: A+. I'm not suddenly going to start finding fault with this series! If all you're interested in are the ratings I give comic books, let me save you the trouble of reading the next two League reviews: both A Plusses!


Marsman!

Wednesday, January 29, 2025

Justice League Quarterly #7 (Summer 1992)


Is the secret that they're all terrible at oral sex?

The price of the Quarterly went up fifty-five cents and the editors at DC thought, "Who wouldn't pay extra? Look at the line-up of stories we've got this quarter: General Old Fart that nobody likes! More boring than Cyborg in his toaster phase in Wolfman's late Titans comic! And lastly: Who?!" I probably didn't realize I was paying extra at the time because I just grabbed the comics I was used to grabbing off the shelf without any thought at all about quality or passion or interest even. Or I saw Ice looking so fucking adorably sexy on this cover and I just grabbed the issue to hide the boner in my pants on the way to the register. Frankly, it's a toss up.

Last issue, Eduardo Barreto spent most of his time ignoring the script so he could draw women in bikinis. This time, he gets to draw women in low cut gowns! Because Ted Kord is going to his 15-Year Class Reunion! Along with Ice, Fire, and Booster even though they didn't go to the same school probably. Ice graduated from Ikea; Fire probably dropped out to help her parents pay rent on their favela; and Booster would be going to his -500-something-year reunion.


This is Eve Lundquist. Voted most likely to cause Eduardo Barreto to jizz in his pants as he drew her. Bad at oral.

For some reason, Ted Kord feels obligated to go to the reunion. I haven't been to a class reunion yet although I'm really considering going to the 40th if I'm still alive and if my best friend from high school agrees to go with me. We'll just sit at the bar drinking. Maybe Merrill George will ask me back to her hotel room to fuck her while her husband watches. Or vice versa. You know which vice versa! Merrill watching!

Ted's two best friends from high school approach and wonder why they haven't seen him in fifteen years. Probably because they weren't really his best friends. If I wind up at a class reunion, the one guy I know will approach me with more excitement and enthusiasm than anybody I've ever met will be Andy Nesmith. And I'll greet him the same way and apologize for any time I was ever a dick to him because I masked so much in high school that I would occasionally say terrible things as I was mirroring other people's behavior. Not a lot! Mostly I was pretty chill and laid back and hiding in the background. But oh to have the energy and the passion of Andy Nesmith! That's one fucker I know took life by the leash, shoved a stiletto heel on its shoulder, and made it suck his toes.


This is Beatriz da Costa. Voted most likely to not have gone to this school. Loves making the "Oops, did I make you come too quickly?" face.

Ice finds the small talk about jobs from people she's never met and will never see again interesting. I don't know if it's because she's nice or because she grew up in a field of ice and snow and more ice and more snow and little gummy fish. She admits she never even went to high school because her people don't call "Ikea" high school. They just call it Ikea! And Beatriz admits she never went to high school either but she doesn't elaborate because this is a fun comic and not a depressing comic about people growing up in poverty. Ted has yet to reveal why he felt obligated to go. Maybe simply because the Justice League Quarterly needed a 30 page story. Any story!


This is Miranda Waitrose. Voted most likely to glue her hands to her head. Bad at oral.

A highly localized earthquake hits the reunion. Uh oh. Does that mean Major Disaster went to Ted's high school? Poorly theorizing that this reunion takes place in Illinois so the earthquake couldn't be an actual earthquake, Booster suggests it must be an attack by a Justice League enemy. Booster immediately assuming that the attack was on the Justice League reflects poorly on the Justice League. If the percentage of times villains attack the Justice League is greater than villains committing crime against the regular populace, you've got to seriously think about giving up the whole League deal. But Fire buys into his logic, flames on in the middle of the room, and flies naked out a window to scout for trouble.


This is Tora Olafsdotter. Voted most likely to stirre at Ild's fitte as hun flyr ut av vinduet. "Oral? You put your mouth WHERE?!?"

Look, we just have to face reality when it slaps its outer labia in our faces: Eduardo Barreto drew Fire's naughty bits and the Comics Code Authority approved it. I always knew they were dirty knobgobblers over at that organization!

Do you think when Fire "flames on" there's a scant moment where her clothes burn off but you can still see all the sexy details of her nakedness before going completely flamey? Just asking for my perverted friend, Doom Bunny.

Fire discovers a massive alien ship over the hotel hosting the reunion. The ship tractor beams up the hotel. I guess one of the Class of '77 was an alien who was terrible at oral sex.

Fire investigates for a few seconds and then reports back to Ted.


"Even I couldn't fuck it, Ted! And you know how I love to fuck! Right? Did you understand my sexy joke? Ted?"

When I'm on a first date, I always spell some ranch dressing on the front of my jeans so later when I jizz in them, I can be all, "That was the ranch dressing, remember?" And my date is all, "Oh, yeah! But it sure smells like Linden trees all of a sudden!" And then I panic and yell, "I didn't come in my pants! You came in my pants!" Later, I never wonder why they don't want to have sex with me. I know why. God do I know why.


This is Maddie Stouffer. Voted most likely to make everybody think about oral. Surprisingly bad at oral.

Turns out that more than one of the Class of '77 were aliens. No wonder they were all bad at oral! In their true alien forms, they probably don't even have a mouth so they're all, "You want me to put the ovipositor in the what now?!" And then they were sexily gagged by their prom date as they searched for their disintegration gun to make it stop. But being 17 or 18, there's really no such thing as bad oral. You just want another person's lips on your pud or pudenda! Just the thought that it's about to happen is enough!

Turns out Ted and his family were the only actual humans in Ted's home town. Now he suddenly realizes why they all stared at him in the shower or why all the girls at his school were so grossed out by him. To them, kissing Ted would have been like Ted kissing a cow. And nobody wants to grope a cow! At least not for sexual reasons. But if Ted did get laid while in high school, does he have to amend the age when he lost his virginity now? You can't count losing your virginity if you lose it to another species. Believe me, I know!

Being that Fire blew her cover immediately, Ted and Michael decide to suit up and expose that they're Blue and Gold, the two worst heroes to discover are your only hope at being saved. Also Ice but she's probably been recruited to keep all the drinks cold for the long journey back to Klaarsh, the alien planet the hotel is being hauled to.


This is Tina Murkowski. Voted most likely to commit a hit and run. Bad at oral.

Beetle calls up Guy Gardner on some kind of interstellar communicator he's been working on and convinces Guy to come rescue them because Ice is flirting with all the male members of the Class of '77 and some of the cuter female ones. Guy gets jealous and horny (due to the former and then the latter) so he'll definitely be heading out to help. Mostly to see Ice kiss some hot thirty-year-old Midwestern women. I should stop writing things like that because then I turn back to the comic book and Ice isn't making out with a hot thirty-year-old Midwestern woman and I become sad and angry and disappointed. Stupid comic books not being written the way I want them to be written.

Guy Gardner arrives with all the other members of the Justice League who want to see Ice put her tongue down the throat of one of Beetle's lady classmates. That would obviously be Ralph, Wally, and Rex. But it also includes Power Girl! I'm intrigued!


Great idea! Pierce the force field so all the oxygen rushes into space and everybody asphyxiates!

Guy and the other Leaguers can't break the force field so Booster, Beetle, Fire, and Ice manage to break a hole in the underside of the ship. They then defeat a small battalion of laser-wielding aliens with fists and ice clubs. Also with some fire and energy bolts. Those probably help a little bit. Or maybe a lot because Blue Beetle realizes he's useless against armed aliens and skulks off to find the Force Field Shut-off Valve. He wanders about thinking, "It could very well not be in the place I'm looking but, oh my God, look! There it is!" He doesn't shut it off because he knows it'll kill his classmates. So using his great Beetle instincts for how to manipulate the alien user interface, he creates a weak place in the field for Guy to break through! But, um, how will Guy know?! How will he see it?!


Look at what?! What are they looking at? I don't see a signal anywhere!

I guess the shooting stars in a forcefield is standard protocol for Justice League members to alert other Justice League members that there's now a weak spot in the force field to exploit. It works like a charm because Guy blasts through it and then Power Girl blasts through the hull of the ship and then all the aliens blast their pants full of space diarrhea (and maybe space jizz because you've seen Power Girl's suit, right?).


Great. I'm starting to sound like Wally the Sex Pest.

I know 40% of my blog posts already sound like they're written by a sex pest. I just don't want to sound like sex pest Wally West specifically. He's so gross with the constant unwanted sexual advances toward Power Girl and also the red hair. I can make that joke because sometimes I roleplay a self-loathing ginger during sex.

Ha ha! That was all a made-up joke! I've never actually had sex!


Does looking at this picture, making a little grunting sound, and feeling intense shame and discomfort from sticky underpants mean I'm not a virgin anymore?!

The Justice League defeat these alien invaders more easily than any other threat they've ever faced in their lives. If I were these aliens, I'd be thoroughly embarrassed by my showing. The Justice League had so little difficulty defeating the alien warriors that they worker through all of their worst one-liners and fighting banter. At one point, Rex is all, "Watch where you're pointing that thing! You want to go and hurt somebody?" And Ice is all, "You tell 'em, Rex!" Rex couldn't even be bothered to come up with new material and Ice couldn't even be bothered to steal old material so she just complimented Rex on his use of the oldest material.

In the end, the hotel gets put back, Beetle promises to not expose the aliens living on Earth, and the aliens promise to not expose that Ted is the Blue Beetle. Not like that was a hard promise for them to keep since they hadn't heard of Blue Beetle before this night. They don't promise to not expose Fire and Ice and Booster's identities though. Although aren't Fire and Ice kind of public already? And nobody wonders why they're always hanging around with those losers, Ted and Mikey? Who just happen to resemble Beetle and Booster? Oh, who am I kidding? Nobody's that interested in Beetle or Booster or the two idiots hanging around hotties Tora and Bea.

The next story is about General Glory so I'm going to invent "sleep reading" now. Just slide this comic book into my pillow case, take a couple of Gabapentin and a shot of whisky, lay my head down, and let's see if this works!


*snrt* *snore* *mutter* "...racist...old...white...bore..." *snrrrk!* *byu byu byu byu*

According to the notes I left in my dream log after my experiment, General Glory gets naked and seduces me in this story. His penis is tattooed red, white, and blue and he's got a Prince Albert that dangles patriotic charms from it, like an apple pie and an AK-47. I was sort of into it except he kept saying racist shit like "Fuck me like a yellow barbarian!" and "White people invented everything!" Declining his personalized twenty-one gun salute caused him to declare some really racist shit that I had to tear out of my dream log and burn lest somebody accuse my brain of having come up with that nonsense.

I guess I should actually attempt to read this shit.


You really don't want to know what General Glory thinks he knows.

Unfortunately, General Glory doesn't get Easy Ridered at the end of that scene. He goes on to wish that Hitler hadn't killed himself which doesn't sound like the greatest thought for a patriotic American to think. But then again, I've seen what people who consider themselves patriotic Americans think these days and maybe "Wishing Hitler hadn't killed himself" is right up at the top of the list, along with "Cops shouldn't be burned in a giant wicker man" and "Minorities are scary!"

I don't know where General Glory is going on his motorcycle but I suspect he doesn't spend a lot of time on it. When he gets to the house he was headed toward, he just lays it down on the lawn like a kid riding his BMX to a friend's house.


Maybe this is just how cool people get off their bikes.

This might be Yellow Fang's mother's house where he lives in the basement doing evil because a bunch of trap doors open up in the lawn and gun-toting ninjas come out and do not shoot General Glory. I think these ninjas spend as much time around guns as General Glory does around motorcycles because don't they know they're supposed to be used at range? These ninjas decide to sneak up on General Glory to get as close as possible, maybe so the bullets really fucking hurt when they hit him. But one of them, the worst ninja ever, steps on a twig and General Glory escapes the ambush! He kicks all of their asses without one bullet being fired. So they're either terrible ninjas or this is all a set up. Which, by the way, it is! That bit was mentioned earlier by Rick Feral, head of B.U.L.W.A.R.K., the American organization that tells General Glory which minority's ass to kick next. They're using General Glory to get Yellow Fang to do their dirty work for them. The only way I can think that plan is meant to work is that if B.U.L.W.A.R.K. wants General Glory dead?

Fang's plan is to shoot down an American satellite, blame it on the Russians, and begin World War III. But that plan doesn't take place for a few weeks. General Glory, attacking Fang, causes Yellow Fang to track and shoot down the satellite as soon as possible. But that was Rick Feral's plan! Fang winds up shooting a Russian satellite down and they don't blame the Americans and start World War III because they're less barbaric than America. Is that the moral of this story? If Fang shoots down an American satellite and blames it on Russia, World War III is certain because America has only one diplomatic move: "Give back worse than we got!" But Russia is all, "Oh, I get it. Yeah, mistakes happen. We can't blame America if Fang blew up our satellite! And we totally trust that America has told us exactly what happened and they had no hand at all in the destruction of our satellite! We're not monsters! You know, we love our children too!"

I just realized that was the mistake in Sting's song! Asking if the Russians love their children too. Because America fucking hates their children. Mostly conservative Americans who only want little conservatives and not individuals and will disown a child at the drop of a gay hat and then change every law they can to make being gay illegal because they think somehow their child will then not be gay and will finally love them (while not being gay)? I think this was a major theme in Heathers where Christian Slater says, "I wonder how he'd feel about a gay son with a pulse?" And then Winona Ryder laughs during the funeral and then she makes eye contact with the "dead gay" son's sister and feels like shit.

Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yeah! General Glory fucking sucks!


Shit.

Why do I fucking bother? A Rocket Red story?! Sorry! A Rocket Red "ADVENTURE"! I mean, who the fuck really cares?! Who at DC thinks Rocket Red can carry his own story? Even a lousy eight pager?! He'll walk around being super nice to everybody while getting some colloquialisms and slang wrong.

Except I'm wrong, aren't I? This story takes place in the Spring of 1992! So it was certainly pitched with the idea of viewing the recent fall of the USSR through Dmitri's eyes (meaning through the eyes of an American pretending to be Ukrainian which probably means a lot of sympathy toward capitalism and America). Being that Dmitri is Ukrainian, the perspective falls more towards Ukrainian independence and the anger at any Russians in their midst. The people in Dmitri's hometown drive out the manager of a factory as he is Russian and was a member of the Communist Party before the collapse. Now he just wants to live in the place he's called home for fifteen years but nobody wants him around. Dmitri shows compassion for him but ultimately points out he's going to have to go or they're going to kill him. I guess that was kind of exciting! It would have been more exciting if Dmitri joined in with the townspeople and was all, "You treated your neighbors like shit just because they weren't Russian! You made people work for scraps! You never gave anybody any of the chocolate bars smuggled in from Europe and America! We always heard you playing The Beatles from your house while wearing Levi's while sitting on the porch spitting on Ukrainian culture and heritage!" And then Rocket Red could have ripped his arms off. He could have saved his compassion for the guy's kids since they were born in the village.

What do I know, though? If I knew anything, I'd compare this story from 1992 to what's happening with Russia invading Ukraine now! But to write about that, I'd need to learn some dick jokes in Ukrainian. I should ask my friend Misha for some.


You can tell he's Russian because he's in a suit.

The final story stars Doctor Light (the Japanese scientist and not the pedophile) and Rising Sun. Let me read it to see if there's anything interesting happening here. The editors probably thought, "We need to balance all that Yellow Peril Yellow Fang racist shit out with some good guy Asian stuff! Who do we got? Doctor Light or Katana?"

But first, an advert from 1992 that seems to have reacted to our current times.


Fuck Trump.

Trump's a dumb, mean-spirited piece of shit. And anybody who supports him is either dumber or more mean-spirited and probably both. You don't have permission to read my blog if you support Trump or the GOP. You do not have consent. Reading any more after me revoking my consent means you're stealing, you thief! Go read a blog by ChatGPT! It probably won't call you a prick.

The Rising Sun story was twelve pages of Rising Sun harassing Doctor Light for a date. She finally relents when she discovers he's afraid of the dark like she is but, being a woman, she has to put aside her emotional trauma to take care of him. Like his mother. It's at that point that he meets her kids and she's all, "I guess I have time for three children! Let's go on a date!" And then Rising Sun is kidnapped by Owl-Woman because she, along with Doctor Mist and Jack-o-Lantern, is getting the Global Guardians back together. I guess that's the whole point of Justice League Quarterly. "A place for stories to boring to tell in any other context!"

Justice League Quarterly #7 Rating: What? I may have accidentally rated some of these but that's because I didn't want to bother explaining how I don't rate Annuals or shit like this! Sure, sometimes I do because I can't be bothered to not do it. See, not doing something that I normally do in my reviews takes more effort and explanation than just sticking a stupid letter grade that doesn't even really mean anything. You think I have a system for rating these comic books? No fucking way. Mostly I just go with my gut! The only real system I have is that if Lobo is in the comic book, it gets an A+. That's about it!

Also, why does Rising Sun feel he has to date Doctor Light?! It's because they're both Asian, right? So racist! Oh, wait! It's probably because they both have light powers! Which also seems racist because of the whole Land of the Rising Sun thing! "Hey, what should this Japanese hero's powers be?" "Oh, you know, really good with a sword that sucks souls or time travel by screaming, 'Yatta!'?" "No, no. Light powers! Like the rising sun! And name him Rising Sun! Get it?"

Friday, January 24, 2025

The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Volume 4: The Tempest #3 (October 2018)


Now in 3-D!

Hopefully the part of the story where Mina takes off her bra will be in 3D. I want to feel like her nipples are poking me in the eye. I mean, I also hope that all the fantastic action that men love will be in 3D because I love it so much too, being a man and all. Also cars! Vroom vroom! Today I learned (or re-learned because I've been listening to the song I should have learned it from since the '70s) that a car can have a triple carburetor engine from the song "Seven Little Girls (Sitting in the Back Seat)" by Paul Evans. I knew some cars had dual carb set-ups because my first car was a 1972 Volkswagen bus. But three?! Why the fuck do you need three, Paul Evans?! Obviously not to impress the ladies because not one of those seven girls stopped giving Fred a handjob in the back of your car while you drove them around talking about your trip carb set-up. Wow! Look at me! Talking about cars! The last time I had a conversation about cars was in 1991. I was playing Pictionary with a bunch of friends and the word was "Chirp" and this guy my friend Odessa was dating looked at me and said, "Man, if we were a team, we would have gotten it!" Then he showed me the picture he drew of a car burning out and I look at it and then looked at him blankly for an awkwardly long amount of times and he was all, "You know? Chirp the tires!" And I was all, "Why didn't you just draw a fucking bird?!" After that, I decided I didn't need to talk about cars anymore. But I still purchased a 1972 Volkswagen Bus which I miss terribly and still dream about and did not masturbate inside while moaning, "I love you, Volkswagen. You are my car wife."

This cover echoes the first cover in that it has question marks (related to the League's original logo?) and lock boxes and laser guns and mist and Mina. The second cover had a crashed space ship while the first cover had a crashing sailing ship. I think the dead person in the lower corner of this cover represents a crashed human being ship. This is to represent something that I'm either too stupid to figure out or I'm pretending to be too stupid to figure out. Probably the latter one.

Also, every time, it takes me way too long to understand which is the former and which is the latter when somebody says "the latter" or "the former" because we are time-based beings and does "the latter" mean the one that is further back in my conscious past which would be the former one in the text. But's it's latter to the way I experience things. See? It's only me, isn't it?

This issue begins with another mini-biography of an artist screwed by and forgotten by the industry which they gave their lives to. This time, it's Marie Duval!


Alan Moore loves the comic book medium more than anybody which is why he hates most of the comic book fans so much.

I should be scanning the Letters Pages in these things because they're quite entertaining! But sometimes I think it'd be like putting a hat on a cat. Isn't that the thing writers aren't supposed to do for some reason? I don't know why because everybody wants to see a cat with a hat on it. Is that why Dr. Seuss is such a rebel? Because he was all, "I'm going to write a whole book about a cat with a hat on it!" What I mean is that my comic book blog persona is the cat and Alan Moore's letters pages where he makes fun of comic book fans in voices that sound a lot like my blog posts are the hat. Who needs to read my blog post where I pretend I had to stop writing to jerk off over Orlando's naked titties only to have Alan Moore write a letter from a fake comic book fan saying, "And my other question is, wouldn't Marsman be a more scientifically realistic Martian character if he used his mind-powers to make Satin Astro take her bra off?" See? Nobody needs that hat on this hat!

Oh wait! Yeah! The thing writers should avoid is putting a hat on a hat (which, to be quite frank, also sounds funny and like something people would want to see). I always mix up the words "hat" and "cat". I still don't know which one Sting was saying was caught in a high tree top in The Police's "King of Pain"!

The actual beginning of this comic book and not that Marie Duval sob story finds Orlando, Mina, and Emma (along with Coghlan and Jack Nemo) discussing what to do next after hearing that M.I.5 nuked the Blazing World, Prospero's island of misfit toys. Orlando and Emma decide to head to London to kick James Bond in his massive cock for also murdering their friends from Girl Spy School. Mina, Coghlan (with the Pink Child under his care), and Nemo will head to the Blazing World to see if they can help irradiated Prospero and his melting and burning fables. The Pink Child continues to act weird while everybody tiptoes around it. Either The Pink Child is supremely powerful and prone to destroy everything around it at the slightest disturbance, or it just scares easily and shits itself and nobody wants to change its horrendous pink boom-booms.

I'm using "it" as The Pink Child's pronoun in the manner a callous person might use "it" to describe somebody else's pet and not in a jerk anti-pronoun way that's supposed to be some kind of weird joke. I once used the pronoun "it" for The Shining Knight and got scolded for it although, to be fair, it wasn't meant to be some kind of edgelord jock joke about trans identity. I was just changing the pronoun of Shining Knight every time I referred to them because according to the Shining Knight, they didn't identify as any gender. In retrospect, I should have just stuck with "they" and left it at that. It wasn't worth the scolding for the one time I used "it" that didn't reference how I also used "he" and "she" and "they" as well. But to be fair to Natalie Reed who scolded me about it, I did go back and take out the "it" reference because why the fuck should anybody have to even for a second think I was being off-handedly cruel to them?! Every now and again, a tumblr cop can be right! But even tumblr cops are ACAB.

Having mentioned that she went to a Boarding School for Girl Spies (like the one in Grayson! Remember how hot that was? How all the young women wanted to fuck Teacher Grayson?!), Moore and O'Neill decide to write a fun little comic strip about her sexy adventures there.


Finally a reference I know! Patsy from Ab Fab!

I love that Alan Moore sticks so many references throughout these things but being that he's my mother's age and British and also well-studied in pulp and comic book history, I only ever understand about 3% of them. But I don't mind because he never makes knowing them mandatory because he's a super cool genius magician writer! Do you think he'll ever read how much I'm lauding him in these posts and finally agree to be my Magic Dad?

There was, of course, a shower scene but no naughty bits were shown because, presumably, the girls are underage here. They're also fictional representations of adult real people so even if Moore and O'Neill chose to show a butt cheek or two, I wouldn't care. Of course, I don't care about anything so that was probably something that didn't need to be stated. And if you've read any of my other blog posts which seemed to suggest that I did care about something in this shit world, you're remembering it wrong and/or I was totally lying. I'm way too cool to have "feelings" about stuff. Ew! Gross!

Hmm, was that a feeling? No, that was a logical opinion based on rational decisions and hours and hours of rabbit-hole research on YouTube. At some point when some idiot is going from insane conspiracy video to insaner conspiracy video, YouTube should stop recommending videos and just put up a link to the Dark Web.

Orlando and Emma drop into London from one of Nemo's supersonic planes, taking refuge in one of Emma's secret properties to make plans and have a few martinis.


If James is going to be interested, they'll have to introduce themselves as Emma Putitinyou and Orlando Eatmypussyraw.

We leave Emma and Orlando there for the moment as they come up with their sexy female villain names that will probably be way more subtle and creative than mine (and Ian Fleming's as well, obvs). The next scene involves Mina Murray and Jack Nemo and no art from Kevin O'Neill because the images are all photos of two people playing as Jack and Mina. Unfortunately, Moore didn't write this scene in the shower.

Mina and Jack discuss the route they're taking to the Blazing World. Mina thinks it's closer to the Antarctic so she doesn't understand why they're going through the Arctic. It sounds to me like Alan Moore making excuses for somebody fucking up the difference between the Arctic and the Antarctic, like every single writer at DC. Jack explains the discrepancy away, plays the piano, and reminds everybody that Allan Quatermain is dead, all while flirting super badly.

I don't know if Moore is referencing a specific, famous British magazine that made comics with actual photographs or if he's just acknowledging that it had its place and time. I've even done it for the cover of one of my 'zines back in the '90s! Sort of.


We forgot to get the artist to draw the cover for this issue so I improvised.

I just realized Insectorama (played by Greedo) looks like he has a massive cock here. The other characters are Buck the Ogre (played by the Rancor Beast), Grunion Guy (played by a member of Max Rebo's band), and Teleman (played by a Playmobile man (I think?)). I made the spiked ceiling out of paper, spray paint, and cardboard. Alan Moore just paid a bunch of actors and photographers to get his done! I think. He may have just conjured them out of the ether, forcing them to take the pictures with him lest he reveal their true names and force them into subjugation for eternity. It's a coin flip between those two possibilities.

The next two pages are three strips stretching horizontally between two pages about three of the Seven Stars we've seen so far: Carol Flane, Jim Logan, and Satin Astro. Carol Flane has decided to leave her Faraday Cage to find somebody to fuck (probably Jim Logan).


Jim Logan, busy not yet fucking Electrowoman, acquires some pertinent information from a snoopy little twat named Mind Man.

Mind Man sends the information to Garath Gannz via telepathy. Marsman tells Satin Astro he's just learned some critical information, so critical that Satin Astro should sit down when she receives it: Vull was a *GASP* woman! That's where the scene ends but I'm sure if there was one more panel, a speech bubble would be coming out of Satin's mouth as she screamed, "NOOOOOOO!", while another speech bubble would be coming out of her butthole as she shit herself, "SPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTHHTHTHTHTHTHHTHTHTH!"


She's talking about Terminator and The Planet of the Apes! And probably loads of other movies with alien invasions. So many!

On the trip to the Blazing Worlds, Mina and Mr. Ishmael, Nemo's Second-in-Command and the Tank Girl reject I mentioned previously, get to know each other a little bit. Mostly it's just Mina trying to find out if Jack Nemo is single because the flirting apparently went better than I thought. But Mina also mentions how many more women characters there are in comics these days. I mean in positions of authority on Lincoln Island. Hopefully all the Comicsgaters who ruined the first few copies of the original run of The League because they jerked their incel semen all over them due to how obviously for boys they were (one of the reasons Alan Moore was all, "Ugh. Gross. This is my audience? Why am I still writing comics?!") didn't throw this issue down in anger and curse Alan Moore for going woke. I mean, I say "hopefully" but I don't really fucking care. Fuck those guys. Fuck them right in their dirty buttholes because wiping is gay. If only they knew the kinds of things I've done to my butthole and I am the manliest man that ever manned! Three of my fingers will never be the same!


Mmm. Such a confident lover! And so big! Yes, please.

Disappointingly, Toyland is not Sex Toyland like we all thought it was going to be. It's just a bunch of teddy bears, hobby horses, and wind-up queens with massive badonka-donks. I'm talking shelving, baby. Two frozen turkeys resting side-by-side. The death star trench ending in a tight little thermal exhaust port. The Platonic cushion that allows for shadowy pushin'. I know, I know. You just have to see it now, right?


If I'd gotten that toy on Christmas morning, it would have been wrecked by noon.

Every turn of the page in this issue reveals a new style of comic art and storytelling. Of course I mean an old style being played with by Moore and O'Neill! I should have said the art style changes with every turn of the page! I'd love to see Moore's script on this thing. I'm sure every page had a description of the references he was going for and wanted O'Neill to use. And O'Neill probably knew exactly what Moore was talking about and nailed each one first try. Hey, if Moore doesn't want to be my Magic Daddy, maybe O'Neill will offer to be my Long Lost British Uncle.

Back in London, Orlando and Emma work on taking down Bond and stealing back all of Emma's intel and trophies from M.I.5. I probably don't need to say anything about this part of the story yet except that at one point, Emma compares being an agent in the '60s to living in a paranoid and hallucinatory comic strip. She doesn't realize it in the way people often don't realize exactly what they're living through at the moment but she's living in a paranoid and hallucinatory comic book now.

I almost forgot to mention that the center of this story was the Toy Queen's massive ass! I don't think that's the important part of the center for Moore, though. I think for him, the importance was the reveal that things are changing and that, as Mina floats through the Sea of Frozen Words, we learn that Lincoln Island has become more equal than most any other place in the world, natural and supernatural. Which is probably why Toxic Masculinity James Bond wants to fuck it with a nuclear bomb just like he fucked Orlando's Pool and Prospero's Blazing Worlds.

Back in Toyland, we discover that Queen Olympia of the Mighty Cheeks runs the island with her consort, Frankenstein. Yes, you heard me. Alan Moore ways in on the Frankenstein vs. Frankenstein's Monster bit and comes to the exact right conclusion.


"It's more correct to call the poor bedeviled creature who never asked to be brought into this world 'Tess'." I mean monster!

That other expedition Jack mentions had Toyland's noble "Galley-Wag" and his Dutch concubines sailing to check on the Blazing World in their ship, Rose of Nowhere. Oh no. Galley-Wag? As in Gollywog? Oh no. I suppose it was a popular toy at one time so it's, um, got to, you know, um, make an appearance. For history's sake! Hopefully he doesn't appear in any plot-important moments so I don't feel I need to scan the horrific little racist stereotype!

Back in London, Emma and Orlando head back to an old hideout Orlando used when working with Allan Quatermain and Mina Murray. Turns out, it's also the old hideout Mina commandeered to use for her Seven Stars project. They interrupt Satin and Garath discussing Vull, whom they now know is Mina Murray, and how to find her. After a brief dust up, they realize they're probably all on the same side and no serious damage occurs. Darn it. I guess Moore never liked those comics where two good guys would wind up fighting each other for most of an issue and then, before anything was settled as to which could actually beat the other one, they realized they should be working together. Moore decides that should last all of one page so he can get back to the actual plot of catching Bond and, ultimately, saving the world from Satin's coming catastrophe.

Okay, kids! Time to put on your 3D glasses as we enter the irradiated area surrounding the Blazing World! The world was sort of destroyed but, due to Prospero's magic, it's been reforming and the inhabitants have been resurrecting. Also it's become discolored so that everything is in three dimensions now. And, seriously, it's really fucking good 3D. Some of the best I've ever seen. I've just been staring at it with my special glasses for about a minute and a half marveling at the depth of field and how so much of it comes out over the page as well. I don't know if it works after it's been scanned because my scanner probably fucks up the colors but let's try it, right? Get them glasses on now!


It works!

The final page of the story has the team walking in on Lord Prospero at the near center of the nuclear blast. He's been working on it for two days, to shrink it, to "unhappen" it. And it just so happens, Prospero's got a bit of an Alan Moore vibe going. Who would have guessed? Plus one of the creatures on the final 3D page has a massive cock! In 3D! In really, really fucking good 3D! How did they do it?! Oh yeah! I know. Magic!

All that's left now is the Seven Stars story which probably matters but feels like one of those extra stories in Justice League Quarterly that only exists for the proclamation on the cover that this comic books is 80 fucking pages! I probably shouldn't be reading Quarterlies while also reading this. It's like I'm eating the most succulent Michelin Star meal by one of the greatest cooks to ever live and washing it down with a Monster energy drink. Also I've shit my pants. And the editors at DC keep sticking their dicks in my lobster risotto.

Anyway, let's get this dick-flavored lobster risotto down!

Having realized the twat British superhero team knows where the Seven Stars hangout and might drop by any time because they think they're peers, the Seven Stars head into space to avoid them. Captain Universe has a space headquarters at the edge of the solar system. That's why these back-up stories are important! They fill in the gaps on who the characters are, why Mina fell out with them, and create the illusion that places and people important to the story have existed for quite some time and aren't Alan Moore's version of a deus ex machina. It's Alan Moore putting the snake puppet on his arm and telling us it's God so that we'll take everything it has to say to heart even though it's not actually speaking. Moore is speaking. And he's writing some '60s knock-off silly comic book twaddle. But the snake is telling us about it so you need to listen to how important it is! And, sure, you can see Moore's arm going up into the snake puppet but you don't have to acknowledge that you see it if you don't want to ruin it for everybody like a didactic little asshole piece of shit.


See how much we learn here that will be important (or answers questions from before)? I bet we see the space fortress at some point in the main story!

Also important in the previous bit is that Electrowoman fucks. She's probably fucked every member of the team. We see here that she fucked The Flash Avenger into the hospital. And we saw earlier that she had a picture of Captain Universe that hinted at their relationship. And you know Mina fucked her with an invisible strap-on because Alan Moore is writing this.

Moore makes it apparent exactly what this back-up story is doing in the mundane sense by highlighting how comics do the same thing all the time but simply referring back to the previous few issues, helping remind old readers what was happening and getting new readers up-to-date if they picked it up in the middle of a story. Look how awkward this panel is but always deemed necessary by editors.


In all actuality, I could have used more of this the older I got. Real life could use this kind of exposition at times!

When Flash Avenger lets Electrowoman know they won't be dating again any time soon, Carol becomes super sad and it's time for her flashback origin story. She lost her father to electricity and then, after she completed her father's work and developed electric powers, she accidentally killed her cat Buster. After that, she felt so lonely that she put on a skimpy costume to attract men to her but none of them stuck around after nearly dying while fucking her. So she pursued super villains but that only caused more death and destruction. So that's why she's so lonely. But I bet Captain Universe would only find the shocks slightly stimulating!

Captain Universe's tour of his space fortress, and especially the private tour of his space bedroom and his space crotch for Electrowoman, must wait for the base is attacked by every British superhero to ever exist! A battle rages on and Electrowoman discovers that her sex life is going to be fucking incredible when she sees Captain Universe's power of Bilocation where he can split himself into multiple versions! She can be spit-roasted by the same guy! That would avoid the awkwardness of having to hear the two guys Eifel towering her constantly muttering, "No homo! No homo!"

A good portion of the British heroes are killed before they unleash their greatest weapon: The Black Wizard from 6400 AD! He sends the Seven Stars into an alternate dimension, ridding Britain of them once and for all! Or at least once and that once being this chapter of the story because there are still three more chapters and I don't think they'll all take place in the alternate dimension.

Meanwhile, the British government officials who might also be comic book publishers are busy with their plan to get the populace excited for British heroes by releasing "The 'Mass" on the public. The Victory Vanguard will stop it, save the day, and go on to earn millions of dollars in publishing deals and merchandise! It's a plan that can't fail! Unless, God forbid, the Victory Vanguard aren't up to the task of defeating it? No, no! That would be silly!


A plant? That thinks it's a man? Preposterous! All that might do is change comic books forever in ways unforeseen!

After the fat government agent finishes giving the skinny one an anatomy lesson on the 'Mass, all hell breaks loose in London and the Victory Vanguard shit their pants. Be sure to tune in next time to see how they all die!

Once again, the fake letters page is well worth the price of admission. But I won't be discussing it here because of that rat in the cat thing I talked about previously! So long, space chums!

The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Volume 4: The Tempest #3 Rating: A+. I can't get enough of this! Alan Moore, you mad bastard, do more comic books! Until then, I'll keep reading your prose stuff. But I guess I need to buy your new fantasy book first. Until then, I'll finish up the book of short stories, Illuminations. And also, let me know about that father deal. Maybe you can have me every other weekend? It'll be such fun! I can't wait to call you Papa Moore!


The Flash Avenger and a woman!

Tuesday, January 21, 2025

Justice League Quarterly #6 (Spring 1992)


Judging by Fire's expression, that nutcracker grabbed her by the clitoris.

That nutcracker is obviously nutting (or taking a shit (although taking a shit probably helps with nutting, depending on the size of it and how swole your prostate is and how much pressure's being put on it)). That might be why Wally and Ralph have such shocked and disgusted looks on their faces. Judging by Elongated Man's body, he might be getting nutted in right now. More information based on my extensive research of this cover (mostly just casually looking at it and believing everything it makes me think. You know, American research): Nutcracker semen flows orange, red, and black. That's a massive load that nutcracker cracked.

The main story begins by reminding readers that Sue Dibny is way out of Ralph's league.


I bet when Sue's alone, she dips her dildo in Gingold.

I don't know what Ralph's stretchy dick game is like but if I were Sue, I'd have made him sign a pre-nup that said if he ever did the nose twitch or the neck stretch while fucking me, I'd get everything in the divorce. So fucking gross.

Do you think Ralph can stretch his butthole? Like prolapsing his rectum but using it to catch a robber by his face? That's not too far-fetched, is it? Wasn't there a member of Sixpack's Section Eight who was just a walking asshole or something?

Sue suffers from therapeutic levels of low self-esteem and I know this because she's married to Ralph Dibny when she could be married to somebody hot and sexy and super cool like Bruce Wayne. But also because she says shit like this all the time:


You stay together because of your low self-esteem! Get out of there, hot stuff! His personality stinks and there's no way you married him for his looks!

You know? Every time I rant about Sue being way out of Ralph's league, my brain constantly screams underneath every other thought, "He has stretchy dick powers, dumbass!" I try to ignore it because I can't imagine the dick is good enough to have to look at Ralph stretch out his neck every fucking chance he gets because he's too lazy to walk his ass three feet to look out a window. But the proof is in their long-term marriage, I suppose. Ralph has a doctorate in rocking Sue's world.

Also lets revisit what Sue said in the above panel now that I'm off my oft-repeated rant on their marriage: it makes no fucking sense! You're only together so he doesn't lose you?! So if he wasn't afraid of losing you, you'd break up? Wait, wait. I think it's almost making sense in my head! No! I won't let it. It's dumb! I'm moving on! I have to get off the first page. There's still 79 more to go!

Sue discovers a board game left in the foyer of their hotel room so she decides to check it out by warping inside of it. It was either a trap or Sue has a new power (her old power was maintaining her love for Ralph even after seeing the neck thing more than once. I swear to fucking H.P.'s elder gods, I would have left him the moment his neck grew two centimeters longer than it regularly was). Ralph, after declaring he could never lose Sue, has lost Sue. Ralph suspects she's been kidnapped and, according to the cover, maybe she has been? By a nutcracker? But Ralph and Sue are also currently on vacation in Seaside City (DC's Atlantic City, I suppose, because they were there to gamble), so it's possible Sue just thought up a fun detective game for her husband to distract him all weekend and keep him from trying to put his Stretch Armstrong inside her Slip 'n' Slide.

The board game Ralph finds is called Land Baron. So it's DC's version of Monopoly so I'm guessing it's based on Seaside City. Ralph opens up the box and finds the pieces are in the shape of super hero logos! So the game is tied in to Sue's disappearance!


The big white square must represent Rocket Red because he's super boring and unhip.

The cube actually represents Ice which is super rude being that last issue was all about raising her self-esteem. And now her piece is a boring white square?! Luckily, Fire rounded up all the heroes who had game pieces representing them in the box without Ralph telling her about them: a lightning bolt for Flash, a Green Lantern ring for Guy, a lighter for Fire, and a big red Superman dildo for Rocket Red. Oh! I get it! Ice just grabbed Rocket Red's boring square because she didn't want people realizing the dildo represented her! She was all, "Oh, um, I must be this ice cube! So weird that Dmitri is the red dildo! Must be to represent how Communism fucks you!" Fire wink because she's seen Ice's massive Superman rocket wang. And probably Superman's real massive rocket wang! She loves to fuck people!

You would think there would be clues about how to find Sue on the game board itself but Ralph just shoves everything into the box and decides they should go check out the place where the game is manufactured. Is that how detective work usually goes? "Hey, the murder weapon was left at the crime scene! We should investigate the company that made the gun. Maybe they'll know something!" Ralph is shit at detectivanting.


Guy has a long history of head injuries.

Holy shit! Was Mark Waid setting up some new Guy Gardner lore that never took hold because it was dropped in the fucking Quarterly?! If Guy had a head injury as a kid that changed his personality, as we've seen he's prone to, then he started off as a fucking terrible bastard! Then the fall from the roof when the parachute didn't open turned him into potential Green Lantern material! Until the head injury from the, um, faulty Green Lantern, I think it was, that turned him into the pissed off woman-hater that I love so much! Then between Batman punching him in the noggin' and banging his head on the JLA security console, he returned reverted to super nice guy Guy. And then he got hit on the head again somehow — Lobo maybe? — and he returned to his natural state! Of course, there's a lot of Guy history we don't know about so it's hard to tell how many times he's had severe brain injuries and how many times his personality has flipped and flopped. But we can only judge on what we've been told in the stories and, as far as I'm concerned, good old heroic Guy Gardner who became Green Lantern back-up was brain trauma personality from his fall as a kid! Guy really is an asshole!

Aside from all that, Fire's cold response to Guy warms the heartles of my cock. No wait. Strike that. Reverse it. Chills the heartles of my cock!


Sue's kidnappers probably put so much work into sticking clues all over the board game and the cards and Ralph just goes, "Fuck the game. Let's go on a wild goose chase!"

Only it wasn't a wild goose chase, was it? Of course not! Mark Waid only has 36 pages to tell this story and he's not going to waste them on having the heroes go check out boring dead end lead after boring dead end lead. And the only thing more boring than actually playing Monopoly is reading about other people playing Monopoly! So he couldn't go the having the clues to the mystery be in the game route either. So instead, Ralph makes the right call and immediately everybody is attacked by two massive nutcrackers.

If Metamorpho were here, he'd definitely be cracking nut jokes!

Guy Gardner blows the shit up out of one, as, um, Dmitri would say and not as a terrible writer would write, I mean, and Ralph gets annoyed with him because Ralph wanted it captured intact. Why?! He already knows where it was manufactured and since that's his one big detective move, it doesn't matter what happens to it. But Dmitri, being a man who loves to lick the insides of his leader's colon (the tastiest parts are like, four, five inches in), takes down the other one a little more tactfully. Ralph is all, "Yes! We did it! We're safe and now we just have to find out where this giant nutcracker was made!" But guess what? They aren't safe at all!


Fire's on fire this issue!

Turns out the nutcracker's head was full of automated army men who spill out like baby spiders from an egg sac you thought was a pimple only to realize, after popping it and seeing the tiny army of aliens beasts flood out of the seeping wound, that you'd rather be dead if shit like this can happen to the human body. Or maybe it wasn't quite like that because I looked at the images on the page and the need to tear my eyes out of my head maintained a steady level of the usual 7%.


Wally gets shot in the ass though! What's wrong? Can't outrun tiny bullets?

This consequences of this battle are so low stake that the Justice League manage to work like a team and destroy several dozen tiny army men in only two pages. Nobody gets hurt (except maybe Fire's dignity after Guy suggests she's fucked her way through the Marine Corps) and soon they're inside chumming it up with the company's Official Archivist for Barton Toys, Bartholomew Barton. He definitely comes in his pants when Ralph shows him the first edition of Land Baron but I'm not sure how many times. Did he come when he said, "Oh!" And again when he followed that up with, "Oh, oh, oh!" And then maybe one more time when he walked stiff-leggedly away squealing, "Oh, frabjous, frabjous day!"?

Ralph's gut instinct proves right when Bartholomew the Pants Jizzer breaks out an ultraviolet light to see the watermark on the game board that would prove that it's a first edition. I'm saying it was Ralph's "gut instinct" because the clue to what happened to Sue is revealed on the board under ultraviolet light which makes absolutely no sense if the guy who kidnapped Sue really wanted people to know it was a ransom ploy for ten million dollars. Maybe leave a fucking note on one of the Community Breast cards that reads, "You Won $10 Million Dollars marrying a rich broad way out of your league! Now come to the Promenade and give it to me or Sue dies way before Identity Crisis!"


This is supposedly Bartholomew so maybe this whole thing isn't supposed to make sense.

It would be weird if this were a mere kidnapping and the kidnapper left a clue that was all, "You should bring more members of the Justice League with you!" So this Bartholomew and his double must have some other plan besides ransoming Sue. Although that still doesn't explain how lucky they got that Ralph's first inclination was to take the game to the factory where these guys were waiting for them to reveal their stupid ransom ploy! Man, I fucking hate comic books.


No wait! I just remembered why I love comic books!

What the fuck is on that woman's neck? Is it the penis of her previous lover?!

Ralph has had the same thought that I had: Sue set up this whole mystery for their vacation. He says it's because Sue does this every year for his birthday. But then Flash points out that his birthday is still one week away. That's when Ralph finally panics and starts taking Sue's disappearance seriously. I think he finally realized that maybe Sue is behind it all but she's using as an excuse to get the fuck out of her marriage with Rubber Neck Libido Killer.


Eduardo Barreto just wanted to draw half-naked women.

Just offshore, a toy steamboat appears steered by The Land Baron himself! Except he's not actually the Land Baron. He's one of Sue Dibny's cousins who looks exactly like the Land Baron. He must have thought, "Hey! If I ever decided to begin a life of crime (or continue it, in this case, since I already ripped off all those people in a Savings and Loan scam), I can take on the identity of Mr. Monopoly! I mean the Land Baron!" It seems this Augustus jerk lost out on the family inheritance due to being in prison. Now he wants Sue to share and his go-to move was kidnapping her and attacking her husband and his super-powered friends instead of asking her nicely. Although, how broke can this guy actually be? He's already spent way more money than I'll ever spend in my lifetime on massive robot nutcrackers, mini-nano-bot army men, self-inflating (I said INFLATING!) dragon inner tubes that spray high powered jets of water, and a stupid looking toy boat. Did he just spent eight million dollars in an attempt to steal ten million from Sue? Sure, that's a net of two million. But he could have just kept his eight and sat around playing video games and eating Oreos for the rest of his life. You know, the American Dream¹!

During the battle, Guy Gardner tits one of the tits and tits the tits all over the tits. So Fire rushes in to tits the titty titty tits tits.


Tits²!

I knew David Finch, Tony S. Daniel, and Frank Cho draw the thirstiest comics imaginable. But I didn't know until today that Eduardo Barreto did as well! Kudos, you horny devil!

Pretty soon, Ice subdues one of the inflatables by doing that move that caused me to gain me to start crushing on one of my earliest crushes: shoving her crotch against the back of its neck! Oh, younger me didn't realize the devilry a woman could get up to by the mere placement of her nether regions casually against your body!


I've got to find more Eduardo Barreto comics!

Normally when I read comic book fights, I always think, "No way they'd stop me that easily!" or "I would totally beat them if that's all they've got!" But I admit, Ice would incapacitate me with this move. She wouldn't even need a follow up move. I'd just fall over on the floor drooling while trying to find a razor to cut Ice's name into the back of my hand.

The third inflatable sprays knock-out gas on everybody and they all succumb. Ralph wakes up alone in a prison cell and doesn't think, "Maybe Sue planned this a week early to throw me off my game? Why would she have a broke cousin who looks exactly like the mascot based on the location of our vacation who also somehow paid for all of these cool toys?!" I bet Sue was one of the two "Bartholomews" in a fancy and really expensive disguise.

Ralph breaks free and saves his friends locked in some other cell somewhere else or, more probably, just sitting around waiting for him to rescue them so Sue doesn't yell at them for ruining the game. Ralph finally realizes that the game board has all the clues on it and that they're traveling from one location to the next. But they've been to all the locations! Which, he realizes, means they have to pass Go and return to the first location on the board: the hotel where Sue was kidnapped! Which, come on, if Ralph hadn't figure it out before, he surely has now. Sue would have booked the room at the starting location on the game board. Obviously she's in on this ruse!

At the hotel, Ralph doesn't find anything. But then the trolley goes by and he's all, "I forgot about the railroads! I mean the trolleys! Let's hop on board!" And then they hop on board and wind up trapped and I'm all, "Should my next scan be Fire's tits or Ice's ass?!" It's a real conundrum! And you know what they say about conundrums! When you conundrum, you make a drum out of, um, never mind that! No time for aphorisms! I've just realized the answer!


If they weren't on the same page, I totally would have chosen Ice's ass.

The Justice League finds themselves battling automated trolleys which doesn't seem like much of a battle because you could just not stand on a track. It would be like if in Stephen King's Maximum Overkill only the trains had become sentient. Everybody would be all, "Oh no! Get off the tracks! Stand away from corners!" And then I guess the last hour and a half of the movie would be everybody celebrating while all the trains pouted and ran out of coal.

Like every other battle against toys, somebody in the group is reminded of their childhood. This time, we get another Guy Gardner story. It's not about early brain trauma this time.


I don't think this is Waid shaming young boys for playing with dolls. This is Wally thinking there's something wrong with that because he's gross and Guy feeling ashamed of having played with dolls because he can't stop trying to project super masculinity.

Oh, you might have also noticed the extra panel where Ice looks super sexy while Ralph tries to cop a feel. Some people don't like Ice's vaguely '80s inspired outfit but I think that whole underboob thing is super hot and I'm not at all a pervert and I'm going to start writing smart stuff soon!

But not yet! First, Ralph finally unravels the mystery: it was J'onn J'onzz the entire time! He was Sue! He was Bartholomew! He was the Land Baron look-a-like! Oh shit. He was Sue? I hope he wasn't Sue the entire previous night! Also, is that why Sue was so hot earlier? Is it really Martian Manhunter to whom I'm sexually attracted?!

The reveal ends with the narrator asking the reader if they've figured out where Sue is! What?! I haven't been paying that kind of attention. But I suspect she never left the hotel's shower and she's been in there with her Gingolded-up dildo this hole time.


Oh! I think I found her! She was bathing topless on the beach the entire time!

Oh no! That wasn't her at all. Sue was disguised as Ice all day! So it's Sue I've been eye fucking! And that means Ralph copping a feel wasn't inappropriate. I mean, it was because he didn't know it was her at that time (he admits he only found out later!). And Sue now knows that Ralph grabbed Ice's boob while "saving" her! I bet this is why Sue later fakes her death.

Later at the hotel, Sue discovers that Ralph figured out the mystery immediately because Sue never leaves Oreo crumbs all over the bed sheets. And then it ends with Sue distracting Ralph with a bunch of hippos in top hats for some reason? I have no idea what that's about! It must be a reference to something. Did Ralph once fuck a hippo in a top hat? Or does Sue always distract Ralph with inane bullshit when she knows he's about to get weird with her. He rushes downstairs and Sue returns to the shower with a bottle of Gingold.

The next story is about Fat Blue Beetle because he's been too fat for too long! So fat! He's so fat he's going to change his name to Blue Bonnet! He's so fat, he wobbles but he won't fall down. He's Blue Weeble! He's so fat . . . wait a second. How many fat jokes can I get away with before it goes from charmingly facetious to mean-spirited bullying? Because I want to get right over the edge of that line but pretend that I never crossed it at all when replying to all the anonymous messages I'll get on tumblr calling me ableist. I'll say things like, "What did I do?! I was just making fun of how casually Ostrander was mocking fat Beetle?" or "I'm just channeling the feeling I get from all the writers who decided to portray fat Beetle as a huge joke?" and "I'm not fat! You're fat!"


He doesn't look fat. He looks like he ate bad clams while bees stung him in the face.

Ostrander begins this story in a way that the reader might think Ted just found out he has the ass cancer but the title, "Fighting Trim", that's just over his head on the same page ruins any possible tenseness to the situation. Everybody knows the doctor just said Beetle was obese and, if he wants to lose the weight and not that he has to lose it, then he needs to go on a diet. It'd be funnier if he had ass cancer. Also, his doctor isn't very good.


I mean, it isn't really that simple. But this was written in the '90s. Nutrition was still suffering from the Lobbyists Basically Get to Set Nutritional Guidelines '80s.

It gets less funny and way less interesting when it turns out General Glory will be training him. Ugh! Fuck that patriotic twat! I can't believe Guy Gardner is in love with that narc! I might not even finish reading this comic book! Although I have a feeling the story will be various JLA members giving Blue Beetle advice on how to lose weight until he finally just get locked in hotel room with Fire for 48 hours and they fuck off all his extra weight in sauna conditions.

Blue Beetle winds up hating General Glory too so the doctor advises dieting with a partner, preferably one who won't lose as much as he will. So he partners with Power Girl who, frankly, doesn't have any weight to lose³. But she does drink a lot of diet soda and has major anger issues and Blue Beetle loves to taunt and mock people. So flaunting his weight loss in front of Power Girl gives him the impetus to finally work his diet and exercise program until he's back to his old weight. After that, he refuses to eat a hot dog for some reason.

The Power Girl story reintroduces the character of Ghy, a magical imp from Atlantis that knew Arion, Kara's super great grandfather (at the time of this story being published, anyway). It was so fucking boring that I took at least three masturbation breaks. Um, those are breaks I take to snack on a Pop Tart. I just call them that so nobody knows I have an addiction to Pop Tarts. They all just think I'm super normal instead.

The final story features the Global Guardians and . . . whoops! Would you look at that? I accidentally went to the store, bought a lighter, came back home, tripped, and meticulously burned the comic book to ash in the bath tub. I'm so clumsy!

Justice League Quarterly #6 Rating: C. Mark Waid's story was actually decent and kind of adorable. The other stories were terrible. That's what happens when some editor needs to fill 80 pages of a comic book every three months. They basically just accept any script that falls into their laps. I'm pretty sure this is how Scott Lobdell got the job and then nobody knew how to get rid of him.







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¹ Okay, fine. My American Dream. But I'm sure some people share it with me!
² Boobies!
³ I will not make the obvious joke here².