Hey, gang! Rough couple of days on the horizon, so it may be a few days before I post again. But for now, let's check out Master Comics #39!
Starting things off right with another installment of
Well.... Touche! (tm!)
Well.... Touche! (tm!)
It wasn't the greatest CMJ story, so let's move on to Bulletman:
This was a very interesting and topical choice of a villain. For those wondering if this about someone who has too many cats to properly take care of them, a quick history lesson is in order: Back in WWII, stuff was rationed in the U.S. as part of the war effort.
I said it was brief. Anyway, here's the guy:
Yup. It's a little heavy-handed with the message, but even the most dull-witted child would figure out that we had to put the needs of soldiers first.
One thing leads to another and:
Isn't that kind of overkill with the dog? I mean, I know he can fly, but I'm pretty sure a leash would still get the job done. But the Hoarder is nothing if not thorough.
Off we fly!
Is Bulletdog taking a whiz? While flying? I'm pretty sure he is.
And that's awesome!
Anyway... off we fly!
Hey, someone remind me if the dog is bulletproof. If not, I'm not sure I'm so cool with them taking the dog into combat. Surely he is. But you don't want to assume a thing like that.
In any event, Bulletgirl is having yet another good day:
Okay, that isn't a coincidence. Someone decided to make her more efficient. From a storytelling perspective, that was a good call. But for purposes of this blog, that is not so awesome. She's normally a deep well of material and I'm losing out on a sure thing if she's going to be competent from this day forward.
Hey! It's Hopalong Cassidy!
And they could have just stopped right there because the bad guy did indeed go down with one punch. But let's take a look at him and see if we're missing anything:
Nope. Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope.
Although he gets points for sneaking in a line about how he likes to "mak love." There are children reading this thing, but that's still hilarious so I'm completely torn here.
Oh, well. See you soon!
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2 comments:
I didn't live back in those times, but I suspect that all but the most sheltered kids could see evidence of older teens sneaking off for make-out sessions. The kids probably weren't exposed to what actually happened in said sessions, since 1940s culture kept all that under wraps. But IMO the kids probably didn't need comic books to tell them about the birds and the bees.
I hadn't seen Bulletdog before. Not one of the great comic-book canines.
"Making Love" didn't mean sex back then. It meant what we would call "making out".
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