Captains Courageous

The Chinese curse has come true, we do, in fact, live in interesting times. A while back I predicted that Misty Knight would soon be picking up Sam Wilson’s shield to become the new, and truly bad ass, Captain America.  Now I’m not just auguring it, I’m demanding it.  The time has come for a battalion of Captains to take to the streets (figuratively) and to the pages of Marvel Comics (literally).  Now, more than any time since the sixties, America needs heroes of every color; standard bearers to show…

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Too Heavy A Mantle

Marvel has had a string of victories, lately, in the Diversity War.  Ms. Marvel, with its plucky heroine Kamala Khan, has been an unqualified success, both commercially and critically.  The Ultimates continue to plow deeper into the regions of Ditko Space with nary a white male among the crew.  Jane Foster is still doing a bang up job as The Mighty Thor. Ta-Nehisi Coates’s new Black Panther is showing real promise and Power Man and Iron Fist hit the ground running and hasn’t looked back.  But the title that had…

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Captain America To Be Honored In Bronze.

This is a busy news day.  Brian Truitt of USA Today reports that Captain America will be getting his own statue in Brooklyn, in honor of his 75th anniversary.  The 13′ bronze sculpture is scheduled to be dedicated in Prospect Park on August 10th.  San Diego Comic-Con fans will get a sneak peek at the sculpture, July 20-24.  The sculpture will feature the quote, “I’m just a kid from Brooklyn”a featured in Captain America: The First Avenger.  It also appears that Chris Evans’ likeness from the film will be used. This…

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What We Need Is Guy Gardner…No, Really.

It’s all rainbow flags and pink unicorn farts at Marvel Comics, these days.  Diversity is in full vigor at The House of Ideas.  Captain America is a black man.  Ms Marvel is a Muslim of Palestinian descent. Gays and lesbians are represented on most of the major super teams.  There are no white males on The Ultimates. A-Force looks like it might devolve into a Cinemax soft-focus pillow fight at any moment.  Everything is hunky dory.  So why am I griping? *  I’m griping because things are too perfect.  There’s…

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Send In The Capes.

I haven’t written anything since Orlando.  Comic books just didn’t seem that important for the last week.  Brightly colored escapism seemed vapid in the face of all this hate and vitriol.  With the whole country pointing fingers and scapegoating, reading about heroes in tights seemed almost in bad taste.  But now, I’ve had a weekend to think and drink and reflect and I’ve come to the conclusion…fuck all that noise.  This is exactly when I need, some uplifting escapism.  You probably do to. I was in Chicago when the coward…

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No, Steve Rogers is NOT an Agent of Hydra.

By now everyone has seen the odious images of Captain America hailing Hydra.  Right now, Joe Simon and Jack Kirby are spinning in their graves while Marvel makes money off of this cynical, shortsighted maneuver.  Plenty of people, myself included, have already raked Marvel over the coals for this soulless, witless, mercenary bit of harlotry.  ‘Nuff said.  That’s not why I’m here.  I actually have some good news.  You see, that douchebag in the red white and blue togs, hailing Hydra and desecrating our beloved hero, that’s not Captain America.…

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Give Us Back Our Heroes!

“If we’re talking about mainstream comics, I think there have been a lot of real tactical errors made in this century. I can’t really read superhero comics anymore because they’re not about superheroes.”   Darwyn Cooke   When did we surrender all forms of entertainment to the morass of moral relativism?  Can we no longer acknowledge right and wrong?  We live in troubling times and the response from media seems to be surrender.  While people march in the streets for their rights, their jobs and their daily bread our costumed…

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Red Wolf is out of time…literally.

This morning I’m canceling my subscription to Red Wolf.  I didn’t want to.  I really wanted to like this title.  And honestly, there isn’t really anything wrong with it.  It’s just not…uh…You know. This isn’t easy for me.  The loss is real.  Mr. Wolf and I go way back.  One of the books my mother bought me when I was still in knee pants was Red Wolf.  Back then he was a cavalry scout named Johnny Wakely.  Johnny was an orphan Cheyenne, adopted by a white couple and trying to…

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