To be honest, most of them are just crap, and they make me wonder how comic books ever managed to make it out of their infancy. I mean, honestly, who would read this crap and why?
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Okay, so I read this crap, but generally I do so with a cynical and ironic amusement about just how bad they are.
In any case, here are some of the highlights of what I found.
I was going to call my imaginary island paradise "The Fortress of Solitude," but that seemed too obvious. However, thanks to this story about Superman's other home, I've got a better name for it: Supermanor!
With a cover like this, how could I not be drawn in to read the story?
It seems to me that this is a very good way to lose an arm.
Wow. Just wow.
For the record, he wasn't a real caveman, just some circus strongman who'd been hired by a movie company to drum up advance publicity for a movie they were making. That he spoke English - however broken - should have been Superman's first clue that "Gob-Gob" wasn't the real deal, but hey give the guy a break. I mean, he just found out that his girlfriend is a kinky bitch who likes it rough. Maybe that wouldn't be a big deal to most guys, but for one thing, Supes is from Kansas. For another, he can't give her the kind of rough treatment she wants. After all, one good yank on her hair and it's "so long scalp."
The lesson I learned from this story (Superman found out that it was a scam shortly after "Gob-Gob" was mobbed and nearly trampled to death by a pack of hysterical women eager for a little "caveman lovin'" at the premiere of his movie) is that even in the 50's nerdy "nice" guys were bitching about how women only like assholes.
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