Just You Wait Till I Get My Gun Out Friday!

As I previously mentioned, there was kind of a shortage of super-hero comics in the early days of Action Comics, especially if you don't consider Zatara the Magician a super-hero.  But by Action Comics #40, things had changed..... a teensy tiny bit:

Am I the only one who is hoping this is Devo?  Because it could totally be Devo, and that would be bitchin'!  I would buy the heck out of a Devo comic.

But alas, it's simply Mr. America, arguably one of the worst characters ever.  He wore breeches and buckled shoes, had a porn star mustache and a pony tail like those guys that still take classes at the local community college in their 60's for no particular reason.  And his name made him sound like the Affirmative Action entry in a beauty pageant.  He was just wrong all the way around.

And he had zero respect for the law:

Assault an officer?  Don't mind if I do!

And his calling card.... eeeesh:

Seriously?  Batman is sending bats to people via United Parcel Service and this guy is striking terror into the hearts of hardened criminals with a dyed, autographed feather.  Only the most skittish homophobe would have any kind of reaction.

So, it should come as no surprise that Mr. America has trouble handling even a non-powered foe armed with a handgun.  Thank goodness the cops were around:

Yup!  I'm the guy you attacked with a whip earlier!  And you're welcome, douchebag!

Off to the Costume and Character Hall of Shame with you, Mr. America!  You were a character that even a revival in the current Justice Society series can't make cool.

See you TUESDAY because of the holiday!