Much to my surprise, no one was sad to see the premature cancellation of the U.S.1 retrospective. I am glad, of course, that I did not disappoint you, my lovelies, but I was also given pause to learn that there are in fact some levels of badness to which you would rather I not sink. I had naturally assumed you all were a bottomless pit of horrible comics, but apparently even you have standards.
So, more on World's Finest v.1 #4!:
The Crimson Avenger was not only a lame hero, but he had an even lamer sidekick, Wing:
Of course the Chinese guy has to wear yellow, that being the color of his skin and all. And he simply had to wear the hat. And he had to say weird Chinese-centric things in broken English.
But, worst of all, he had no code name. He was simply called "Wing" whether he was in costume or not (much like Captain America's sidekick "Bucky."). That not only defies logic, but presents something of a safety issue. I mean, if your name is "John" or something really common, I guess it doesn't matter, but when you have a rather goofy name, you probably should come up with something else.
It's like the Crimson Avenger and Captain America were important enough that they should be protected by a secret ID, but it didn't really matter if the sidekick was murdered in his sleep. The fact that this was actually the case was irrelevant. Couldn't we at least make a token effort to protect these people?
I don't get this joke. I really don't:
And, before you ask, that is the joke in its entirety. What did I miss here?
This was the King, who was kind of a precursor to the Human Target in that he would use disguises as a weapon, and would often disguise himself as intended victims or mobsters. He wasn't that interesting, but whenever a hero is singing, no matter how much of a fifth-rung character he was, it gets you in this blog.
Cue the schnauzerphant from Legion of Super-Heroes #304!
Oh, yeah. Good stuff.
See you tomorrow!