Some moments in comics are just so goofy, they can never be forgotten.
Even by the heroes themselves.
In the current issue of Marvel Comics’ “Jessica Jones,” No. 2, cover date January 2017, in a flashback to happier times, Luke Cage distracts his baby mama-to-be Jessica Jones with one of his less than great exploits as she struggles through labor.
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And this is America today.
No matter how long you look at it, can you ever get used to it?
President Barack Obama, one of the finest men we’ve ever had serve and lead this country, yesterday welcomed into the White House a former reality star turned fascist figurehead.
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I wake up to an America I do not recognize.
The unimaginable has happened. America has elected president a racist, misogynist bully with no filter, no experience, no gutter he won’t stoop to.
And it did it with its eyes wide open.
Maya Angelou said, “When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.”
In 1973, just a few months at the helm, Marv Wolfman was already shaking things up at Marvel Comics’ “Tomb of Dracula.” He had introduced Blade, arguably one of the most important characters in the Marvel Universe, in TOD No. 10. Of course, we only know that in hindsight.
But Wolfman wanted readers to know the horror title would live up to its grim potential. This wasn’t going to be the typical Marvel book in which the characters get pummeled one issue and are fine the next. Violence would have consequences.
Some bad things were going to happen. And no one was safe.
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Now that I have moved to the South Shore, I am once again looking for a church.
It’s not that I’m particularly religious or even spiritual, but I do know the value of being a part of a community concerned with making a better world, if not a better people.
First Church in Cambridge, my previous sanctuary, one that I will always consider home, is two-plus-hours away given the vagaries of public transportation on a Sunday. I have been looking closer to home, but finding a church within walking distance would seem to qualify as a minor miracle. I actually bought a home in a city without a proper bookstore. Is it too late to give back my keys?
Mark Perigard 