You're Really the Press Guardian? No One Cares...

Glad to be back in the swing of things, my lovelies!  Grand Theft Auto IV was perfectly dreadful, but the staycation was otherwise just what the doctor ordered!  So, let's plow right in!

Are they about to brand that poor woman's crotch with an X?  I tell you, those X-Men initiations get more hardcore all the time.

And now, courtesy of "The Comet" story, we bring you another installment of....

Well.... Touche! (tm!)

Well.... Touche! (tm!)

As usual, "The Press Guardian" doesn't disappoint.  Check it out:

Correct me if I'm wrong, but did the Press Guardian just knock out Marvel's "Sandman" character?  I give you Exhibit "A," not that you need it:

Sandy has taken some weird handling over the years, what with writers not being sure if he's a hero or a villain, but that's got to be his secret shame.  I mean, everyone takes one in the loss column from Ben Grimm or Spider-Man on a regular basis, but getting your clock cleaned by the Press Guardian will have the authorities thinking twice about using up valuable bed space to incarcerate you in the Vault.  I mean, if you escape all they apparently have to do is send the Press Guardian after you.  That's only one step above unmonitored house arrest.

Hey!  It's the Claw!

Wow, that guy's skull is really phallic, especially with that little tuft of white hair.  Don't act like you don't see it.

And what's up with his left hand?  That's not a claw!  It looks like he has a little plant growing out of there.

In any event, he's defeated in a manner not worth repeating, but he does seem to have his final revenge....

... in that the Press Guardian apparently has a terrible case of constipation.  What is with that facial expression?  You know how some people just shouldn't wink?  He's one of them.

See you tomorrow!