Thursday, June 27, 2002
Entry 0029 -- Oops! A little 21st Century snuck into the backward-ass era we seem to be living in yesterday when a federal judge recognized, finally, that the Pledge of Allegiance to the U.S. flag is illegal. Getting up this morning, I expected but was still amazed at the level of ignorant, frothy-lipped fury being shot at the decision on Fox News's "The Pledge Under Fire" coverage.
Legal expert Jerry Falwell, who blamed September 11th's terrorist attacks on gays and lesbians, called the ruling "ridiculous." What's ridiculous is the knee-jerk reaction from religious nuts who see the decision -- a landmark ruling that should be remembered as one of the finest moments in American history -- as some sort of attack on their God.
What it is is an acknowledgement that children -- children should not be forced to profess belief in a God they may or may not believe in.
No doubt the religious zealots who ramrod their beliefs down the throat of this country will have their way and the ruling will be overturned -- probably within weeks. However, the better solution would be simply to remove the phrase "under God," which has no place in a pledge children are indoctrinated into reciting daily in the public school system. Not that I agree with that, either, but taking out a phrase that reeks of medieval mysticism is a nice start on the long road to bringing America into the 21st Century. Too bad it'll probably get stamped down by Falwell and idiots like him, like rabid children playing Whack-A-Mole in an arcade full of drooling mouth-breathers.
Labels: real life
Entry 0028 -- Normally I pick up the week's new comics on Thursdays, but yesterday (Wednesday) I stopped in to Earthworld to ask them to hold something for me, and lo and behold, the books were already there. It was almost as if the universe didn't want to make me wait another 24 hours to get to read The Castaways. If my review strikes you as a bit on the un-objective side, well, I realized that I couldn't be objective about a book I'd waited this long for and had this much hope invested in. So I just went in the other direction -- being as subjective about it as possible. I've read Forlorn Funnies, which also came out yesterday from the same publisher, and hope to have a review of it up later today. I also have a dentist's appointment on my schedule this afternoon; never can get enough of these torture sessions. Hey, I'm all for dental health, but by now I'll be relieved when my insurance is used up for calendar year 2002.
Labels: real life
Tuesday, June 25, 2002
Entry 0027 -- Just finished reading the David Mazzucchelli-drawn City of Glass graphic novel -- a story about stories, much in the mode of Burroughs's Naked Lunch -- only I enjoyed City of Glass. Other than Batman: Year One and Daredevil: Born Again, Mazzucchelli seems off the radar of most comics readers; you ought to do everything you can to rectify that mistake. His work is narrow and hard to master, to quote Jim Morrison, and it's also goddamned hard to find, but City of Glass and Rubber Blanket #1-3 are all brilliant, experimental masterpieces of the comics artform, and your appreciation of what comics can be will be considerably widened if you expose yourself to more of his stories.
Entry 0025 -- Paul Weissburg's new Hoopla! makes an excellent point -- what the fuck happened to Brian Wood's Pounded? I'd read and enjoyed the first two issues of the series, a three-issue mini from Oni. In the third issue, the storytelling utterly collapses, with Wood apparently so enamoured of his loathesome lead character that he suddenly turns the entire world of the series on its ear and makes everyone like the utterly despicable cretin. Pounded #3 is a great example of what can go disastrously wrong with a book when a writer fails to adhere to any sort of logic, consistency or responsibility to telling the story. If you read the first two issues, you know this third one isn't even set on the same goddamned planet. Too bad, it was shaping up to be a good series, but the finale is criminally awful and more than a little misogynistic in its implications.
Monday, June 24, 2002
Entry 0024 -- Pat Robertson is on my television. He's being interviewed, as if he knows anything, on CNN. I suppose this is CNN bowing to the popularity of right wing extremist "news" provider Fox News.
All I can say is that Robertson is clearly a demon, and watching him on my television being interviewed like some sort of elder statesman sickens me beyond my ability to easily express. The man is a fucking demon, not a news commentator. Why don't they ask him if he still concurs with Jerry Falwell when Falwell said he believed that gays and lesbians helped the terrorist attacks of September 11th happen. Robertson said, "Well, I totally concur." This is someone whose opinion is to be respected? No, this is someone who should be tossed out by his congregation and forced to live in exile and disgrace. Because that's what he is -- a national fucking disgrace.
Labels: real life
Entry 0023 -- It was the funniest e-mail fuck-up ever.
I've been on the internet since 1995 or so, so I thought I'd seen everything, but the dilemma my boss at work got himself into today when he returned from work was a first, at least in my experience.
When he got in this morning, it was Joe's first day back since going on vacation over a week ago. Just before leaving, he had set up his work e-mail to auto-respond to any incoming e-mails. You know, "I'll be out of the office until June 24th, and I will reply to your message at that time," kind of thing.
Turns out someone sent Joe an e-mail, and also had their e-mail set to auto-respond. This is why Joe's inbox had 4,900 messages all from the same person, with the subject line "re: re: re: re: re:" in them.
Even better, upon investigation, turns out Joe's inbox shut down after those initial 4,900 auto-replies. Waiting on the server was a total of 198,000 messages that had bounced back and forth for the past week, one every few seconds.
Nobody at work thought this was funny except me. I don't know, I know I've said it before, but I love living in the future. It's fucking hilarious.
Sunday, June 23, 2002
Entry 0020 -- By coincidence this morning I finished reading two graphic novels about war: Jason Lutes's Berlin and The Red Star. It took me quite some time to get through both, as I kept finding other things that interested me more -- never a good sign. The Red Star especially struck me as overrated. The creative team obviously put a lot of effort into their computer-generated project, but the technique left me a bit cold, and the super-powered nature of the main character and the God-like entities that represent the two warring nations really made me lose interest. I suppose it's all some sort of metaphor for something or other, but frankly it bored me just a bit.
Berlin: City of Stones is much more substantive -- educational, even -- but it's also a fairly dry and passionless work that only becomes fully nuanced in its final chapter. The conclusion is very strong, and I will probably pick up future collections, but it's slow going at first. Probably a hazard of any historical fiction.
Saturday, June 22, 2002
Entry 0019 -- I go for months without renting movies or even thinking very much about the medium of film. I rented a couple of excellent movies for weekend viewing, though, and just finished watching the second of the two.
The Others is an old-fashioned ghost story with a twist so modern that to even compare it to anything else might risk giving its delightful conceit away. Trust me that it's 100 suspenseful, tension-filled minutes that had me guessing right up to the very end. Gothic and intimate, it's a great movie to watch with somebody you love -- or at least like very much.
Monster's Ball is a movie I'd wanted to see for months, and finally had to settle for the VHS copy at the video store, as the DVD has been all rented out every time I dropped in to try to score a copy. The movie's acting pedigree -- Billy Bob Thornton, Halle Berry and Peter Boyle -- is absolutely stunning. The story, about the generational sickness of racism, and of letting hate fall away from you, is by turns horrifying and riveting. The most powerful movie I've seen in quite some time, Monster's Ball is no popcorn movie, but food for thought that pulls no punches.
Friday, June 21, 2002
Entry 0018 -- I picked up this week's comics Thursday afternoon, so expect some reviews any day now. Filed under "Impulse purchase" was the new Blue Beetle action figure. I am a sucker for Steve Ditko, and Blue Beetle was probably the last great expression he made in the superhero genre, as memorable as his Spider-Man work. I'd love to see an Archive Edition of Ditko's Blue Beetle and Captain Atom stuff. With the Thunder Agents being given just that treatment, can the Charlton action heroes be far behind?
Labels: corporate comics
Wednesday, June 19, 2002
Entry 0017 -- Things That Make No Sense At All: When you put comics on the Internet to be read, people are all reading it on a landscape-oriented, horizontal screen. So why would you put vertically-oriented pages up that have to be scrolled through and constantly remind your reader that they're on a computer, experiencing a poorly-designed web page?
I'm not saying that my web comic is any goddamned good at all -- I'm pretty sure it isn't, actually -- but the design is what works. The panels fit on the the screen. There are other, more complex examples of how to do comics on the web at Scott McCloud's web site, but for the code-challenged (me very much included), one horizontal panel that you click to go to the next panel is really the easiest, most reader-friendly way to go.
In my opinion.
Tuesday, June 18, 2002
Entry 0015 -- The other day I had an idea for a book, and the entire thing kind of shot itself out into my computer in an hour. It's an idea that has already had one cartoonist tell me:
"That story could hardly be more fucked up! I did chuckle a little, but I'd be really surprised if you could find someone willing to publish it. Not because it's bad necessarily, but because it's scary! It makes you seem like a scary man."
Do I seem like a scary man to you?
Monday, June 17, 2002
Entry 0014 -- Inking is a fairly disrespected art, mainly because it inherently corrupts the primary artist's creative intention. When the factory system of assembling comic book pages was developed, though, it became a necessary evil.
Some pencillers, notably Jack Kirby (and including the Galaxy's own Jason Marcy) prefer to have someone else ink their pencils, often to better effect. Many great artists are obviously great inkers as well -- Mike Mignola and Mike Avon Oeming spring to mind -- but being a great inker of yourself is not what I'm talking about here.
Some inkers have a destructive or otherwise distasteful effect on every penciller they touch. Vince Colletta, known for actually erasing Kirby's pencils to save himself time and energy, is certainly one of the worst inkers in the history of comics, although many actually like his inks on Kirby's Thor.
A few, like Terry Austin and Klaus Janson, bring a true artist's sensibility to their work. I don't think I've ever seen any work inked by Janson that wasn't better for his involvement. Compare, for example, the Janson-inked DK1 to the Jansonless DK2. I doubt any but the most rabid Frank Miller apologists would fail to concede that the current series would be better if Klaus was involved.
I personally am fascinated by good inking. There's not been a lot of it in the history of mainstream comics -- probably fewer than 20 people are worthy of note -- but the ones that are good are really good, and always make the artwork fascinating to study.
Sunday, June 16, 2002
Entry 0013 -- Radio is an inbred environment where, over the course of years, you may find yourself working with the same people at different stations, for different companies, any number of times. My friend and co-worker Bob and I are now at the third station we've worked at since I first met him around 1990. A couple jobs back he was actually my boss, but currently we're both producers at an NPR affiliated station, and as he's one of the nicest, most decent people I've known in my life, it's good to be working with him again on a daily basis.
So, every year Bob has a big party at the start of the summer, BBQ, lots of people invited, it's a fairly major event for anyone who's worked in the Albany-Saratoga Springs-Glens Falls radio community in the past two decades.
The party was yesterday, and I had a great time. I saw people I haven't been in touch with in probably 10 or 12 years, as well as people Bob and I have worked with at those three stations and others. I don't go to many parties anymore (my 7 PM bedtime kind of negates most opportunities), so it was great to see lots of old faces and share memories and catch up on what everyone is doing now.
Two things struck me. One is that the consolidation of the radio industry has really hurt those on the industry's lowest rung -- the actual air talent -- and is driving away good people who need to find other careers to both be creative and make enough money to support themselves and their families.
Second was that, man, we're all getting old. There were a lot of young kids at this thing, and one extremely bright and industrious mom brought a big bag of toys to keep them busy. A couple times a stray monkey or action figure came flying down from the bedroom where they were playing on the second floor, but for the most part the kids were extremely well-behaved, and having them all there with us was an interesting reminder that life is ticking along for each of us.
Saturday, June 15, 2002
Entry 0012 -- During the week, I usually have some caffeine in the morning in the form of a bottle or two of Diet Pepsi or Diet Mountain Dew. On the weekends, for some reason, I don't feel the need to drink anything when I first get up. Then around this time I notice I have a headache, probably from caffeine withdrawal.
I'm more than halfway through the Buffy DVDs. One of the real gems is an episode where Xander has Amy cast a spell to make Cordelia love him, and it works on every women in Sunnydale -- except Cordelia. One of the funniest hours of Buffy I've ever watched. This morning the entire family huddled around the DVD player to watch an episode where a ghost is acting out a 50-year old murder. He was a student, she was a teacher who had an affair with him. I found the episode notable for two things: Willow's first use of magic (she discovered files on magic and paganism on Jenny Calendar's computer), which of course has great impact on recent episodes; and I believe this episode also had the first reference to The Mayor, who will play a prominent role in Season Three.
I did indeed buy comic books this week, including Fables, Love and Rockets, Spider-Man: Blue, Transmet, and Ultimate Spider-Man Super Special. I had hoped to have reviews of them up this morning, but my wife and kids took me out for an early Father's Day dinner last night, and so the reviews will have to wait for a day or two.
By now, you've probably heard that Mark Waid is leaving Ruse. There's some discussion of it on the Galaxy Forum. I'm very disappointed to see him leave the book. Seems like every time I invest myself in a Waid title (Captain America -- twice -- Empire and now Ruse), it quickly crashes and burns. Interesting that in none of these cases does it appear to be Waid's fault. I wish someone would just let the man do what he does best and leave him the hell alone.
Friday, June 14, 2002
Entry 0010 -- Blame my lack of entries on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I bought the boxed DVD set of Season Two on Tuesday and have been watching it during most of my free time the rest of the week. So, not only have I had little time to update the weblog, but frankly nothing interesting has happened to me because I've been on the couch, watching TV.
I'm up to the episodes that made me buy the set in the first place, when Angel loses his soul and becomes an evil vampire again. It occurs to me that David Boreanaz must have had a blast during this time -- it's fun playing evil -- and it's really fascinating to me to see how quickly in the second season the series settled into the high-quality that has marked it mostly ever since. The first season set has some real clunkers, but the actors, plots, scripts, everything has come together well in this second season. Highly recommended.
Alan the Couch Potato is also looking forward to the Babylon 5 DVD set coming this fall. I actually, geek that I am, already have every episode on VHS, but after a few years they've started to degrade, so the DVDs are most welcome. Babylon 5 is probably my all-time favourite TV series, and I am still in awe how JMS managed to maintain the dramatic focus of his planned story-arc over five years of impending cancellations, actor migrations and general apathy from the world at large. If you've never watched this series, take it from me, it's a high-water mark for science-fiction television, even with some admitted flaws.
Monday, June 10, 2002
I Like Toast -- There's something comforting about a couple of pieces of toast, with a little butter (well, low-fat spread) and some strawberry jam. I don't eat it often, but when I do, I enjoy it. English muffins are nice, too, although those english toaster biscuits are for the effin' birds.
So, I just finished reading Stray Toasters, mostly because d. emerson eddy recommended it on his list of his favourite graphic novels. In fact, it came in at #1 (although he sorta cheated with a #0 -- but that's how he is). Now, I was there when Bill Sienkiewicz first debuted at Marvel, doing Moon Knight back-ups in the glossy Hulk magazine, which later led to the monthly Moon Knight comic, which saw Sienkiewicz quickly go from a good Neal Adams imitator to a manic, fascinating artist who in turn inspired Ashley Wood, which led to Ben Templesmith. Which is my way of foreshadowing a forthcoming review of Steve Niles's and Templesmith's 30 Days of Night, which I just got today. Man, that's some digression.
At any rate, I am in awe of the effort and imagination Sienkiewicz puts into his work. I am amazed at the production values of the Stray Toasters hardcover, which by the way set me back $70.00. But -- ah, I have to say it, no other way around it -- it's not the transcendant work I was hoping for. It certainly stretches the boundaries of comics, just a bit, and it certainly requires the reader to open his mind and try to cohere the sometimes-incomprehensible but always beautiful images into something like a narrative. I feel, honestly, a bit let down. I get that there was a serial killer, and a deranged detective, and a whole lot of toasters, and even some toast (mmm, toast!), but the story didn't come together for me as anything other than an interesting experiment in the career of an artist whose best work may very well still be before him.
I'm not regretting -- exactly -- spending $70.00 on Stray Toasters, but think about it; I could have bought a lot of toast with that money.
Saturday, June 08, 2002
Entry 0005 -- My wife and I just finished watching Vanilla Sky. Like many of my favourite movies (Eraserhead, The Matrix), it is composed of multiple layers that get peeled back like the layers of an onion. There's a somewhat clumsy moment of exposition at the end that puts the film squarely in the Total Recall neighbourhood (and apparently led to many, many bad reviews), but for the most part the film is a fascinating puzzle about identity, self-pity and regret. It's also visually beautiful, with some amazing camera work (and one outstanding, non-computerized scene in a deserted Times Square). Tom Cruise's cheery, breezy arrogance plays well to the character he plays here, a child of privilege who life is turned upside down, inside out, and reduced to an horrific nightmare in which every attempt to reclaim his personality and identity is stymied and twisted, by time, by circumstance, by deception. Not a perfect or transcendant film, Vanilla Sky is nonetheless compelling and thought-provoking, and a movie that will reward future viewings.
Entry 0004 -- My wife and I took the kids for a nice afternoon in Albany today. I don't know if all state capitols are as nice as New York's, but the Empire State Plaza is a beautifully designed area filled with greenery and a long, shallow reflecting pool that is home to, as my daughter Kira called them, "Public ducks." It was a sunny day, but cool -- only 69 degrees according to the radio (what radio DJ Bob Mason used to call "Capitaland's Favourite Temperature") -- and we enjoyed strolling through the giant sculptures and along the reflecting pool. A teenage girl and her mom were there, the girl sketching one of the sculptures, and other than them we pretty much had the place to ourselves. It was nice to let the kids run around and yell and play, since our apartment building provides no yard to speak of and otherwise they only get to behave thusly at recess in school.
Stopped at Earthworld and saw JC and the gang and bought some more comics, including Green Lantern #150, Bipolar #2, Spider-Man: Blue #1, and the Neil Gaiman/P. Craig Russell Murder Mysteries hardcover. I must be insane; I have at least a foot-high stack of other books and comics to go through, including Dave McKean's Cages, Gil Kane's Blackmark, and Steve Niles's Savage Membrane. I also began reviewing some of this week's comics, and hope to have those up either tomorrow or Monday.
Speaking of Monday, I haven't yet decided on how the weblog will affect the Monday Briefing column. I didn't have time to get one done this past week, but that doesn't mean I'm done with it. Anyone with an opinion one way or another is welcome to let me know what they think. I'd also be curious to know if anyone would like to receive these weblog entires in e-mail form as well; there's a good chance you'd be getting them a few hours earlier than they go up on the website, at least for a while. Let me know if you're interested and if enough people are, I'll set something up.
Entry 0003 -- The good and bad thing about the internet is, especially for somebody like me who's online a lot (i.e., "too much"), you never know what the morning e-mail is going to bring. For the past few months, ever since Jason Marcy joined Comic Book Galaxy, I can almost always count on a friendly note from him in my inbox. I get up early -- between 2 and 3 AM every day, even on my days off (to keep my circadian rhythm, you know, rhythmic) -- but Jason must get not much later, because other than spam (this morning I had an offer to "cum right now!" waiting for me -- how generous! Thanks, pussyx67845!) Jay is usually the first person I hear from.
He's as dentally paranoid as I am (much moreso, come to think of it -- or should I say cum to think of it?), and lately his wife is having dental issues as well, so we are all commiserating over our misery, fear and attempts at Good Dental Health over the vast interconnected network of computers (and a few more primitive toasters, Slinkys and at least one Etch-A-Sketch/Abacus system I know of) known as "The Internet." I've told Jay before that his e-mails always cheer me up, and they do. They've become a daily feature of my life.
I got another e-mail early this morning from a reader of the site who said "I really want to express is that I don't like politics mixed in with my entertainment (or entertainment news/opinions). I promise to try not to read that sort of thing in the future, curious though I may be, but...Well, I'd probably want to sound off now and then, too, if I had a forum like yours."
This was in response to my column "What Kind of Terrorist Are You?" that ran earlier this week. I had actually been expecting much more of this type of backlash, but so far this is the only one, and he at least acknowledges the passion I feel for the subject by saying "I'd probably want to sound off now and then, too." Believe me, up until about 10 minutes before I wrote that column I didn't even know it was coming. It took me about 15 minutes to write, fueled entirely by outrage. I certainly feel free to comment on anything I choose to on Comic Book Galaxy, but even I admit this was an unusual case. And an outrageous one. I urge anyone with an opinion on the subject of abortion terrorists to contact their legislators (as I have) and let them know you want the War on Terror to include domestic as well as foreign terrorists. Otherwise, it's not much of a war, is it?
Friday, June 07, 2002
Entry 0002 -- My wife, daughter and I just watched the world premiere of Will Smith's new "Nod Your Head" video for MIB2. Will Smith seems like a damned smart guy who's parleyed his talent into an amazingly successful career. I remember the first time I heard him sing "Parents Just Don't Understand," back in the late 80s/early 90s and I am astounded at how well the man has done for himself. I liked MIB1 -- 2 looks like it'll be just as much fun.
In the news right now is a truly horrific story of a 14 year old girl, Elizabeth Ann Smart, who was abducted at gunpoint from her bedroom the other night. It's a nightmarish scenario, especially for anyone with children who has ever tried to convince themselves that this sort of thing will never happen to their family. The Salt Lake City Police Department has an alert on their website. I hope this ends well, but with every passing hour, it seems less and less likely.
Entry 0001 -- It seems like everyone and their podiatrist is doing a daily web log these days. From Neil Gaiman to Peter David, to Warren Ellis's e-mailed BAD SIGNAL messages, to Mark Waid's podiatrist, everyone is sharing their daily thoughts and the details of their lives. Some, like d. emerson eddy, are even doing it well. So, far be it from me to skip out on the current dance fad.
So, this morning I am feeling more than a little violated.
I was exhausted when I got out of work yesterday -- I work 5 AM to 1 PM at the radio station, and I have an hour commute, so I get up by 3 AM at the latest every morning to get to work on time. Yesterday, I woke up at 1:30 AM and felt ready to take on the day.
I had a dentist's appointment yesterday, and while I thought it would be a painless and relatively pleasant experience, I couldn't have been more wrong. I had a grueling, bloody cleaning that utterly wiped me out, and multiple novocaine injections that left my mouth numb from 2:15 yesterday afternoon until I went to bed about 7 last night.
In between, I managed to buy some comic books:
Justice League Adventures, Thor, Mortal Souls, Savage Dragon, The Filth, Ruse, BPRD, Alias, Greyshirt, and the Jack Kirby Interviews book from Fantagraphics.
Labels: real life
Thursday, June 06, 2002
What Kind of Terrorist Are You? -- Imagine the following scenario:
A terrorist who had a direct role in the planning and carrying out of the September 11th terrorist attacks -- let's say he was an airport employee who was specifically tasked with getting terrorists and their box-cutters onto one of the hijacked planes -- left DNA evidence that was somehow recovered. Let's say he handed a box-cutter to one of his co-conspirators just before he got on the plane that later crashed in Pennsylvania.
Let's say he later fled the U.S., fearing that he would somehow be found out, and tried to hide out in France. Let's say he was later found and arrested by French authorities, but that the French government refused to extradite him back to the U.S. because of the brutal death penalty that is the law of the land.
What do you think George W. Bush would have to say about that? Or Attorney General John Ashcroft? Would we back off and promise not to seek the death penalty against this scheming, brutal evildoer?
More likely, the U.S. would engage every bit of diplomatic leverage at its disposal to force France to capitulate. The U.S. is a sovereign nation, after all, and will not allow another country, even one of its allies, to dictate policy in regard to terrorism and how we treat the evildoers who commit such inhuman acts. It's not altogether difficult, even, to imagine Bush and his mentors -- I mean, underlings -- assigning a Delta Force squad to enter France under cover of night and retrieve the terrorist rather than give up our God-Given Right to Enforce the Death Penalty, Amen.
And yet, it all depends on what kind of terrorist you are.
The American Heritage Dictionary defines terrorism as "The unlawful use or threatened use of force or violence by a person or an organized group against people or property with the intention of intimidating or coercing societies or governments, often for ideological or political reasons." Ladies and gentlemen, meet James Charles Kopp.
Kopp is the only suspect in the murder a few years ago of Doctor Barnett Slepian, a Buffalo, New York-area doctor and father of four who provided safe, legal abortions to women. Abortion, as you may be aware, is a legal medical procedure in every single one of the United States. Kopp is alleged to have committed the terrorist assassination that took Slepian's life, and luckily we have Kopp's DNA evidence to prove he was at the scene. He was a well-known "pro-life activist" (the polite term for anti-abortion terrorists) who went by the nickname "Atomic Dog" in the militant, anti-abortion terrorist cells he operated amongst.
This week, Kopp was extradited back to the U.S. after a year of negotiations that ended with the U.S. agreeing not to seek the death penalty against this scheming, brutal evildoer. U.S. authorities made sure to keep his route and arrival time secret, as to protect Kopp from -- well -- people like himself. People who believe if someone holds different beliefs from you, it's a good idea to shoot them in the fucking head.
It's no surprise, of course, that John "Morning Prayer Meeting" Ashcroft and his "Justice" Department would back off on any death penalty prosecution. The fact of the matter is that Ashcroft, Bush, Cheney and the rest of the heads of the Junta that overthrew the lawful U.S. government in late 2000 would be delighted to pin a medal on Kopp's chest, hook him up with 72 virgins and make him governor of his own state. Texas, let's say.
It's sickening beyond my ability to express it how the U.S. has coddled and comforted terrorists like Kopp, who harass and murder people because of their feverish religious zealotry, while spending billions on a "war on terrorism." There are thousands of terrorists openly operating on the streets of America right this moment, picketing outside women's health care clinics and creating hate-fueled web sites that extol the virtues of violence and murder and inspire the James Kopps of this world to take up arms against lawfully practicing physicians.
Yeah, there's a war on terror -- there's a war on abortion rights, too, and despite all the battles and explosions in Afghanistan, it looks like the U.S. government is all in favour of rewarding terrorists however it can right here at home. Welcome home, James Kopp. Enjoy your long life, courtesy of the Bush Junta and its blind eye to terror.
Originally written for Comic Book Galaxy before the launch of the ADD Blog.
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