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(after she absorbed Miss Marvel) "I will never know what it is like, to touch another human being".
I loved the X-Men, particularly the less than respectable and the most intelligent ones. For the former, Rogue, Gambit, Iceman, Jubilee; for the latter, Nightcrawler, Beast, Xavier... and Magneto (the immoralist speaks). And generally the X-Men for the inherent power of a situation neither the left nor the right wishes to understand... that hatred of the different and the minority because of a fear of real of alleged superiority. If one looks closely at sexism, at homophobia, at anti-semitism, is it always ultimately the fear that the next group has it better, enjoys more, carries more ability, shoulders less burden, achieves more, or is allowed something one is not. And thus, the ultimate hatred in this world in the hatred of all societies for their true philosophers; those who have rejected all allegiance to the gods, morals, and patriotisms of their fathers on the sole ground of their value- hatred is most virulent against the highest kind of life. The powers of the mutants of the universe of the X-men symbolize the qualities for which men and women are truly hated exquisitely.
We are denied to the right to feeling as the price of our efficacy, we are denied respect if we live for pleasure, we are denied shelter as the price of uncompromised youth, we are conscripted as harsh tools of social utility despite our sensitivities; we are forced to keep rigid control not to harm those who deserve it if we are powerful, we are denied movement because of our wisdom, we are called monsters despite purity, and scorned of love because of our intelligence, even if blue is beautiful. Such is the too often misunderstood inhumanity of man to man.
This is 'comic books'. This is fiction. This is fact. This is political philosophy. The distinction is merely one of aspect; all are true. X-men, whatever the political intentions of its writers, is the same world as Atlas Shrugged. (and Dagny Taggart never picked up Cuffy Meigs and threw him through three or four walls... admit it, you like the idea).
By the way, I hate Storm. Preachy saved-by-the-grace-of-moralism altruist traitor... I don't care if she is very close first cousin to myself. I still hate her, demeritable bitch.
An American escort apologizes for letting her street mouth come out for a moment.
regards,
Jeanie Ring ))(*)((
stand forth!
P.S. It's nice to see a poll this time on the graphic form of some ~kewl~ headbanging cauterwaulin'! (hey, I am a 26-year-old kid)
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Volume 40: After ten years since the series began, Fantagraphics is proud to present the 40th and final volume of the complete Hal Foster comic strip Prince Valiant. Reprinting strips from 1970 through 1971 (the year Foster retired), Vol. 40 begins with the completion rescue mission begun in the previous volume. Returning home, Val discovers that Aleta has fled Camelot for the Misty Isles, descending our hero into fits of despair. He attempts to occupy his mind with various frivolous quests and with the help of Lionors, soon realizes that he must not lose Aleta to his own foolish pride. Returning to Camelot, Arn tells Val of the woe his parents' separation has caused. With King Arthur's permission, the father and son set out to bring Aleta home. Fighting their way to the Misty Isles, the two have no idea of the political trouble that has befallen Aleta. In full-color.
