Robert F. Kennedy Jr., bringer of plague and death

Make America healthy again you say? So open up thousands more hospitals around the country especially in rural areas or towns where private equity is buying them up and stripping them for parts? Make healthcare free for all? Invest in a big push to train and hire more doctors and healthcare workers? Is that what they want to do?” — Luke O’Neil, who points out the answer is no.

Neither RFK nor anyone in the Toddler Administration wants to make us healthier. Rather than help people they’d sooner see the poor and uninsured die and decrease the surplus population. After all, they have money and world-class healthcare — they’ll never have to worry about being part of the surplus. Whatever hellish effect RFK is about to have on preventive medicine, he’ll make out fine.

Minorities, though? “The Health Department’s office to improve the health of minorities has abruptly terminated more than half its existing grants, saying they didn’t focus on the Trump administration’s new priorities of addressing infertility and encouraging exercise. Some grantees provided cancer screenings or postpartum home visits. Others worked to reduce first-responder suicide or decrease obesity among Native American youth. All of the funds came from the Office of Minority Health, which the administration tried to shutter last year.”

Kennedy, of course, is an anti-vax zealot. Measles is killing Americans again, probably way more than we know of, but the response from Kennedy’s department and the anti-vax movement is deny, deny, denymeasles didn’t kill them, total coincidence they had it when they died. Kennedy says that of course he cares about the dead children but “They get headlines. We should care about the children who are dying or suffering or being injured by vaccine injuries.” Never mind that measles is a serious threat and vaccines are not, Kennedy’s got a crackpot conspiracy theory to push! Speaking of which, his department’s also investigating the non-existent threat of chemtrails.

As Scott Lemieux says, “The strategy that RFK Jr. is using to try to deny responsibility for the effects of his measles outbreak is the same one Bari Weiss tried to use to diminish the impact of the food blockade in Gaza — since the people who face the worst consequences are often those with other health problems, pretend that it’s really only the other health problems that matter, The cynicism and amorality in both cases is readily apparent. There are people dead who would still be alive in Pennsylvania if not for RFK Jr.’s tireless anti-vaccine activism, and many many more who have become seriously ill.” I’ll go out on a limb and say RFK won’t be so careful about causes of death when he investigates whether covid vaccines killed members of the military.

By contrast, Kennedy talks a good game about environmental poisons and eating healthy but the reality? Fruit-flavored vapes are back on the market. Plus “The FDA recently hit a record 19 simultaneous outbreak investigations, covering everything from infant formula to jalapeños” while cutting inspection staffing. Cattle ranchers will be free to inspect their own meat under a rule to “allow some smaller ranches to bypass USDA-inspected processing facilities” But the Toddler doesn’t care about them: he’s happy to undercut meat prices by shipping in mystery meat bought from a friend of Melania’s. Oh, and at least one Toddler judge has ruled there’s no obligation on government utilities to provide clean drinking water.

As Lemieux says, every Republican Senator except Mitch McConnell voted for Kennedy, even though they knew perfectly well what his policies were. Senator Bill Cassidy (Louisiana) is expressing great concern for the damage RFK Jr. is doing but he voted him in. So did my senators, Thom Tillis and Ted Budd; Tillis said he voted yes because Kennedy would be a disruptor in healthcare. As I say at the link, I don’t want my healthcare disrupted — I doubt Budd or Tillis would want that, but theirs isn’t at risk.

But they’re fine with the rest of us dying.

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Shall we go over the rainbow? Yes we shall!

The Genre Book Club’s topic for September was “banned classics.” As I didn’t feel like reading anything heavy, I went with THE WONDERFUL WIZARD OF OZ because yes, it has been banned occasionally — most notably in the 1950s, on the grounds Ozma making sure no-one in her country goes hungry was communist propaganda! And I love the Oz series, so why not?

I’m guessing nobody reading this needs me to explain the story. Suffice to say, the book remains charming, both Baum’s story and W.W. Denslow’s delightful art (below) — though disagreements with Baum led to John R. Neill taking over as illustrator of Oz for most of the series.

What’s most remarkable is that Baum makes me believe in Oz. There’s no world-building, no magic system, yet everything works. When Dorothy and her friends wander into a country of living China dolls late in the book, there’s no set up, nothing that explains why this exists in Oz, but I don’t doubt that it does. That is way harder than it looks.

As a fan of the series as a whole, it’s also interesting to see how the beginning differed from what followed. The implication here is that Oz is an isolated area in the American wilderness, something not implausible in 1900 (Ozma of Oz establishes Oz is its own continent). The deadly desert that surrounds Oz is simply a desert here; later books establish it’s lethal to touch it. Oz appears to be the name of the wizard, not the country. But regardless of such Oz-nerdery, this is a wonderful book.

THE WIZARD OF OZ CATALOG: L. Frank Baum’s Novel, It’s Sequels, and Their Adaptations for Stage, Television, Movies, Radios, Music Videos, Comic Books, Commercials and More was my second book for McFarland (it’s still available) and my best seller: as I guessed when I proposed it, interest in Oz drew a lot of attention.

Rereading it now, it suffers from the fact so many of the adaptations have the same basic plot (something I handled better in Watching Jekyll and Hyde, I think). However it’s still an impressive, exhaustive job. And it’s fascinating to be reminded of the Oz legend’s global reach with Australian, English, Turkish, Russian, Brazilian and Japanese adaptations and spinoffs; of the nerdy enthusiasm of fanfic authors for giving even the most obscure characters their own stories; and the many strange takes out there such as Ken Kesey’s Twister, described as “the single weirdest production in this book, and that’s saying something.”

It’s also amazing how flexible the Oz story is. Take one person who’s stupid (or thinks they are), one person who’s heartless and a third whose cowardly and people know what’s going down. I’ve seen that adapted to sales videos, How To Use The Library training films, and a Fantasy Island episode.

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Dead Templars, a bouncer and a virgin: mediocre movies and TV

The Spanish film THE BLIND DEAD (1972), AKA Tombs of the Blind Dead, didn’t do much for me but it was popular enough to spawn three sequels. After an argument with her traveling companions, a young woman gets off the train she’s riding and takes shelter for the night in an old castle. This unfortunately stirs up the inhabitants: Templars hung in medieval times for their Satanic practices after which crows pecked out their eyes. The blind Templars rise out of their tombs and go on a killing spree, hunting their prey by sound (so The Quiet Place would be a good double bill). It’s a competently executed film, but it didn’t do much for me. “Black masses are a thing of the past, doctor.”

I watched ROAD HOUSE (1989) because TYG had it streaming last weekend; I’ve never seen it before and can’t say I missed anything. Patrick Swayze plays Dalton, a bouncer — sorry, a “cooler” which is apparently a head bouncer — who takes a job bringing order to Tombstone — er, to a wild, rowdy road house which is also under threat from local extortionist Ben Gazzara (I assume he took the gig for the money but he makes his villain far better than the film deserves). This is predictable — I figured out the fate of Swayze’s mentor (Sam Elliott) as soon as he showed up — but adequate to fill some time with. “It seems everywhere I go, I hear that same joke.”

VIRGIN OF THE SECRET SERVICE (1968) pits dauntless Captain Robert Virgin (Clinton Greyn), his aide Doublett (John Cater) and adventurer/photographer Mrs. Cortez (Veronica Strong) against German schemes to bring down the empire. In the first, the bad guys are working with an Afghan ruler to weaken British control of the area; in the second, they’re sponsoring a Chinese conspiracy. Teaming Cortez and Virgin makes me think they’re shooting for a Steed and Mrs. Peel vibe but despite some tongue-in-cheek moments they don’t come anywhere near close. Nor do lines about “Chinks” and the Yellow Peril go over well. I gave up on this after a couple of episodes. “Did you know French girls sit around in their birthday suits?”

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So far I’m one step ahead of the axe-men

You know, these axemen. I’ve posted this Billy Graham cover before because it sums up the way life keeps bushwhacking us just when we think we’re out from under. There were more axemen this week than expected but like the first week of September, the work got done.

A lot of the distractions were paperwork, like submitting for our dogs various recent vet visits, ordering fresh dog drugs, etc. There was also tiredness due to Trixie’s drug regimen keeping up up late to get the last ones in. Her UTI and her GI issues have resolved themselves, though, and the drugs are done. However she developed a slightly shaky left rear leg so we have an appointment this Saturday. It’s nothing serious but it’s definitely not normal — I don’t want to wait for serious discomfort like we did with the GI bleed.

Despite the leg, she’s 100 percent better from last weekend. Hungry, bouncy, eager to play, willing to walk and just more her usual self. Dudley too is in good shape. We had his rehab recheck Monday and the vet gushed over the great shape he’s in for nearly 16. Yay Dudders, yay vet, yay us for taking good care.

Overall life was nowhere near as intense as last week. However it was intense enough I didn’t really get to draw breath, either.

So, walk. As one of my October articles for The Local Reporter is a listicle of Carrboro nonprofits I spent Monday researching them. There’s quite a lot for a small town so it’s a good thing I started. I imagine I’ll break them down into different groupings (kid-related, sports, arts, charity, etc.) when I write it next week.

I’ve proofed The Savage Adventures through 1937 which is about 45 percent of the book done. Having reread the second draft of Let No Man Put Asunder last week, I began planning Draft Three. That meant reading a lot of articles about rewriting, developing character arcs, etc., then starting work on Paul and Mandy’s character arcs (details next week). That was very productive; hopefully the work will translate into a smooth, faster-than-usual draft.

My two stories for the Become the Sky anthology have gotten two rounds of editing so I made changes Thursday. This took longer than expected so I didn’t write anything further. However the critiques were really good and the stories are stronger for it. So yay. If all goes well we’ll have this out before year’s end so you can decide for yourself.

Oh, and my sensitive teeth appear to be getting back to normal so maybe a crown won’t be necessary. Hurray! Second hurray, I sold another copy of Southern Discomfort. Whoever you were, thank you — I hope you enjoy it.

After I wrote the first draft of this post, I realized something else about this week: I’m waaaaay more focused than I have been in a while. I’m having no trouble concentrating on my work and only wandering off to check BlueSky (or whatever) occasionally. That hasn’t been the case in … a while? I’m not sure what changed but hopefully I can keep it up next week (much chaotic stuff to deal with, details next Friday). Because it feels good.

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Plushie and Wisp. They don’t usually share the couch like this.

And the Plush One and Snowdrop staring as TYG enters the kitchen

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Anyone who says the Toddler has made the world respect us is repeating a lie

Maybe they believe it, maybe not, but a lie it is.

Take for example, Jared Kushner. It’s bad enough the president sends his son-in-law, with zero diplomatic skills, to negotiate in the Middle East. But now he’s complaining that he could give Ukraine a peace deal if they’d just give Moscow some territory. Just like the rest of the Toddler’s crime family, Kushner is willing to do business with anyone if the price is right, and has no qualms mixing personal profit with diplomacy. Though to be fair, his support for Putin’s agenda may just be because his father in law and lots of Republicans adore Putin. That said, “in scale and audacity, what Kushner has attempted—and achieved—is on another level entirely. He asked foreign regimes to trust him with billions of dollars even though he’d never managed an investment fund. One former Republican official, as the New York Times noted in April 2024, “could recall no precedent for a government official leaving office and starting an investment firm that would immediately receive billions of dollars from foreign governments with which the official had been working while serving in government.” And that was before Trump placed Kushner—who had zero diplomatic or foreign affairs expertise until his father-in-law rose to power—at the center of every international crisis, elevating him to the role, arguably, of the nation’s leading diplomat.”

And of course, the Toddler is much more worried about the Ukraine hitting Russian targets than the aggressor in the war attacking the Ukraine.

We’ve picked a fight with Canada, a stupid fight and one that’s cutting off our nose to spite our face. It’s stupid and unnecessary but of course, all that matters to the Toddler is winning — he won’t give it up because that would make him a loser and because if it hurts people he doesn’t care.

“America became a country that could not be trusted to honor agreements. It was a country that constantly tried to bully other countries. Our word was worth nothing. Our sanity was not to be taken for granted. And then, of course, along comes Iran, where in addition to showing that we’re not to be trusted, that we’re not going to be relied upon., we also showed that we were far weaker than people imagined.”

Our egomaniac president, having declared Lake Ontario is Lake America, now talks about renaming the oceans. Late suck-up Senator Lindsay Graham suggested we rename the Nobel Peace Prize as the Trump prize.

“Interviews and Defense Department records reviewed by ProPublica show that the request to loan hundreds of millions of dollars to the firm linked to Trump Jr. was made by Peter Navarro, a White House adviser to President Donald Trump and a friend of Trump Jr.’s.”

Marco Rubio, obviously horrified at the thought America or Israel might be restrained from war crimes, wants to destroy the International Criminal Court

The Toddler clams he saw Osama bin Laden as a threat even before 9/11. He’s lying, of course.

The US building small-scale nukes for easier battlefield deployment, under a secret, classified policy? What could go wrong?

Then there’s the Republicans utter opposition to environmentalism. Nuke the whales! Pollute the air and the water!

‘Days after Pope Leo XIV delivered his State of the World speech, Undersecretary of Defense for Policy Elbridge Colby summoned Cardinal Christophe Pierre, the Vatican’s U.S. representative, to a closed-door Pentagon meeting for a bitter lecture. “The United States,” Colby said, according to a blistering new report by The Free Press, “has the military power to do whatever it wants in the world. The Catholic Church had better take its side.” Funny how quickly they forget all that “freedom of religion” stuff when it’s convenient.

“The Brazilians were learning the same lesson as other American allies around the world: The United States of America is no longer the entity they knew. And American power is no longer deployed solely by trained diplomats and reliable officials, working through state channels. Informal envoys, private companies, online grifters, and hardened ideologues both inside and outside the government matter more. Unlike their predecessors, these people do not talk about spreading democracy, and don’t want to build long-term relationships. They don’t care about America’s reputation. They are deploying the tools of American diplomacy and government for their own purposes, to promote their own business interests or their own ideological goals, because, suddenly, they can.”

The Toddler Administration’s domestic performance doesn’t inspire respect either. We used to get respect for freedom of religion, freedom of speech, equal rights, however short we might fall of them in practice. Now the Toddler is willing to sue anyone for even the most anodyne criticism, like saying the Toddler’s use of the National Guard didn’t reduce crime. And the little crybaby, having had his name taken off the Kennedy Center, now wants to destroy it.

And America elected this man twice. Not all of us, but it’s a clear sign the fabled guardrails don’t hold. Another incompetent fascist could come to power. Respect a country where that can happen? Trust them? Not by a long shot.

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Third draft challenge: what to do with my cast

Writing Southern Discomfort took more than a decade.

Not that I spent the whole time struggling to create my novel. During that period I had various income-generating writing gigs, I wrote three movie books, I had other fiction projects. Still, I’d prefer to finish Let No Man Put Asunder much more quickly. I am, after all, getting older and with less time left, I feel the need to use it effectively.

Routinely at some point in the creative process I take my most recent draft and shift from repeated pantsing to plotting. With novels, this hasn’t ever worked well. This time, I’m determined it will. I’ve read over the second draft, taken lengthy notes, taken more based on how-to writing books and articles … now the replotting begins.

What have I learned from the reread? For one thing, my book’s gotten way too crowded.

In the previous version (this is a rewrite of an earlier novel) the supporting cast for Neil and Adrienne (now Paul and Mandy) included the telekinetic tween Plutarch; his robot sidekick Talos; chief antagonists Celathion and Grainge; Cordelia Winters, Neil’s swashbuckling love interest; Renador, high-tech thief; and Peacock and Mountebank who show up in the last quarter along with a couple more bit players. Plus Mircalla Karnstein, the vampire from J. Sheridan LeFanu’s “Carmilla,” who appears off-and-on.

In this version, the big change was setting everything in Mandy’s hometown, Bluestone, rather than having Mandy and Paul cast out into the multiverse. I think it’s the right move but an unanticipated side effect is that it’s expanded the cast. Mandy’s siblings. Hillier and Oriel, two Bluestone police detectives investigating the goings on. Plus Renador (now Raga) and Cordelia. Plus Peacock and Mountebank appearing a lot more. Plus Flavia (the former Plutarch) and Talos. And because I made Flavia black, she needs to have more of her own arc than Plutarch did, so she doesn’t end up a helpful Magical Negro.

The book is overstuffed. I think the villains can be worked out without too much trouble but the heroes? Cordelia feels awkward; the romance arc doesn’t work. I’m not sure if she’s become the wrong character as Paul develops, or there’s simply not space to develop it. Raga feels completely tacked on, like he no longer fits the narrative. A shame as I wound up with him and Mandy sleeping together, which fits her character arc (I’ll get into that later). My scene with Countess Karnstein feels awkward too. In the previous draft they stumbled smoothly into her lair, and the fight is intense; here it’s lacking. As I have one of her vampire lackeys taking point to hunt Paul and Mandy, I’m wondering if I shouldn’t leave Karnstein in the background or drop her completely.

Quite simply, there’s not enough space for everyone to develop. It’s not just about them having character arcs — various characters drop out of the plot when it feels like they should stick around. I fixed some of that in this last draft, but not enough. One option is to write bigger and give them all a role. Another, probably the more practical choice, is to trim the cast and develop the rest more.

Which to cut? Raga and the countess most obviously, but beyond that? Well, there’s Mandy’s family: four out of her five siblings show up but it might be better if one of them was out of town.

More on other aspects of the third draft soon.

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Once upon a time, this was indeed the greatest adventure

I’m a fan of the late 1970s Flash Gordon animated TV series but somehow I never got around to the 1982 feature-length version, FLASH GORDON: The Greatest Adventure of All. Before blogging about it, a bit of comic-strip history.

The Flash Gordon comic strip debuted in 1934 and blew the people reading the Sundaycomics pages away. In the opening story arc, Dr. Zarkov kidnaps Flash — a champion polo player — and beautiful Dale Arden to come with him to Mongo, a rogue planet hurtling towards Earth. On Mongo they become the resistance leaders against the tyrannical Ming the Merciless and criss-crossing the man cultures of Mongo: the winged Hawkmen, Prince Barin’s foresters, and multiple others.

It’s basic sword-and-planet stuff, the kind the pulps had been doing for more than 20 years by then. However reading it wasn’t the same as seeing it and in those days you didn’t see it. Nothing like it at the movies, no TV, no comic books. Flash Gordon became a star and Alex Raymond a legend. It would become three hit movie serials, a 1950s TV show, then the 1980 film, then the cartoon. And since then various appearances in comic books, the Defenders of Earth cartoon, comic books and more TV. I watched the first episode of the most recent TV show. Not good.

And then there’s The Greatest Adventure of All, which was much more enjoyable. We open in 1939 Warsaw as Olympic athlete turned US diplomat Flash Gordon struggles to help people during the Nazi invasion of Poland. He can’t but he gets a message from a brilliant Polish scientist to deliver to Dr. Zarkov — “One word … Mongo.” Flash and reporter Dale Arden reach Zarkov but the disruptions unleashed by Mongo’s approach force them to escape Zarkov’s isolated laboratory by rocket ship. Destination: Mongo. Can they stop Ming when he wields the terrifying power of atomic fission to fuel his technology? Can Flash unite Mongo’s warring factions into an organized opposition? Will Ming force Dale into marriage? Will his daughter Aura seduce Flash?

It’s action packed and fun … but it got me thinking whether there’s any point to continued revivals. Flash Gordon back when this came out was still a famous name, at least to nerds like me; now I’m not so sure. Certainly sword-and-planet remains popular but when Star Wars films and TV spinoffs fill more or less the same spot in pop culture, does Flash bring anything to the table?

Even the animated film, though it only came out in ’82, looks a little dated. The voice cast, except for Ted Cassidy as the lion man Thun, is forgettable; these days I’d expect a much stronger acting team. And the women’s roles, while true to the original series, are dreadful (making me appreciate John Carter for doing so well with Dejah Thoris). Dale spends the entire film a captive; Aura gets more agency — bad girls often do — but she still winds up facing a forced marriage to Vultan, the king of the Hawkmen (and forced marriage clearly means marital rape). I think it’s possible to do that and still be true to Raymond — but I’m not sure it would sell even so. Of course, it only takes one clever filmmaker to prove me wrong …

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Undead sexist cliche: Republicans support the family

Republicans and right-wingers have been presenting themselves as advocates for “family friendly” policies since the 1980s. Or I supposed the 1970s, when they presented women’s liberation as the anti-family movement. Even though 1950s housewives supposedly lived life on the easiest possible setting, those darn libbers kept insisting that a society that pushed women into the home and out of the workplace was sexist and unfair — that some women might prefer to work, or to balance work and childcare and maybe have the husband help out a little more. Feminism was a Jedi mind trick, fooling those women into thinking they could find happiness anywhere outside the home. In the words of Paul Deneen, “Liberalism posits that freeing women from the household is tantamount to liberation, but it effectively puts women and men alike into a far more encompassing bondage” It’s good old fashioned patriarchy that’s best for women. Spoiler: no, it isn’t.

As Deneen’s grumbling shows, Republicans are only pro-family when they consider it the right kind of family. It’s similar to the way “Republicans hate the real America. They love the fantasy America in their heads where women stay home pregnant, white men run everything, black people are invisible except as servants and gay people disappear into the closet.” When they say they’re pro-family they mean the fantasy ideal of “family” in their heads: husband working, wife at home with lots of (white) kids, girls growing up carefully groomed to be submissive handmaids, preferably not doing anything Manly like playing competitive sports. And nobody ever gets abortion or birth control because fantasy moms love kids and never want to stop having them. And of course, absolutely not immigrants — tearing immigrant families apart is fine.

(A brief pause here to salute the late Gloria Steinem and her long fight to improve women’s lots. For good commentary see here, here, here and here).

JD Vance is, I think, a completely hollow man. He’s fine supporting fascists like Hungary’s recently defeated Orban; if there was any career advantage in becoming a hardline Stalinist, he’d discover a deep communist commitment without batting an eye. However he has one true belief, at least, which is his raging distaste for independent women and childless women (as discussed here). Only parents have a stake in America’s future, therefore parents should get more votes. Childless women should not be leaders, plus they’re miserable and pathetic (Gloria Steinem seems way, way more happy than Vance ever has).

So it’s no surprise he’s one of the prime movers behind the Toddler administration’s new proposal to take funds that help working parents pay for child care and give them to stay-at-home married parents (if you’re a stay-at-home mom, remember, taking care of kids is an incredible, demanding job; if you’re a single mom, staying home with kids, in Republican America, means you’re a lazy bum). The NYT article says “officials are seeking to use a Health and Human Services Department fund that was created in the 1990s to help low-income and working-class parents afford child care so they could work or go to school … about 80 percent of the 870,000 families who currently get the child care subsidies have single working parents, most of them mothers, according to Health Department data.”

The article continues “In 2021, Mr. Vance co-wrote an opinion essay in The Wall Street Journal contending that day care can harm children and declaring, “Young children are clearly happier and healthier when they spend the day at home with a parent.” He also wrote then on Twitter that “normal Americans” want a “family policy that doesn’t shunt their kids into crap day care so they can enjoy more ‘freedom’ in the paid labor force.”

I agree with him, nobody wants their kids in crap day care. However the solution is to improve day care, not choke off its existence. Because the genius of this shitty plan is that it doesn’t involve added funds (it never does). It will take some of the current pot and redirect it to stay at home parents because why shouldn’t the government pay them for childcare too (which is like redirecting Medicaid funds to people who aren’t poor and sick)? That means much less money for day care which means many centers may close, which makes it even harder for moms to work. Achievement unlocked! Tellingly, if you’re a working mom who relies on a family member to provide child care, you don’t get coverage.

It is a depressing thought that the deeply misogynist Vance is a front-runner for the post-Toddler Republican presidency. And that plenty of journalists are willing to present him as the sensible conservative. As Grosse says, even for someone who wants to help stay-at-home moms, it’s a poor policy: “our federal government could do about a million and one things to help parents that would be more effective and more desired. According to the survey I cited earlier from the Institute for Family Studies, 85 percent of mothers ages 25 to 55 with children under 18 said that paid parental leave would be “extremely” or “very” helpful to them and 80 percent said that child tax credits would be extremely or very helpful to them. Lower-income moms support the tax credit at a higher rate than wealthier moms, while higher-income moms prefer parental leave, but a vast majority of both groups want both of those things. Few are asking for what Vance and the administration are proposing.”

It’s more important to Vance that working women suffer than that moms be happy.

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Dreadstar vs. Superman! Comic book TPBs read

Even though I was dead broke in the early 1980s, I was still buying comics. Mostly DC, though; even though Marvel’s Epic line of creator-owned books looked interesting, it was more expensive and well, Marvel. Perhaps the most interesting was Jim Starlin’s Dreadstar — a science fiction comic written and drawn by the same guy who did such amazing things with Adam Warlock? Had I had the money … Recently I discovered THE DREADSTAR OMNIBUS Volume 1 was available via the Hoopla library service and I decided to see what I’d missed.

The opening arc, Metamorphosis Odyssey is quite a ride. Akhnaton of the ancient, wise Osirosians, realizes the relentlessly warlike Zygoteans will inevitably conquer the galaxy, subjugating every other race to slavery and then death. To prevent that he gathers a team of unlikely heroes to obtain the Infinity Horn, the one device that can avert the doom. And it does, though the solution is … drastic.

A million years later, Akhnaton and his ally Vanth Dreadstar, wielder of a powerful mystic sword, arrive in another galaxy. After Akhnaton’s death, Vanth settles down to peaceful married life …until his new homeworld is caught in the long war between the Monarchy and the Instrumentality (a religion as ruthless as the Magus’ Church of Universal Truth in Warlock). Vanth was ready to quit but they dragged him back in … and now he and his new team are out to end the war and avenge his wife’s death.

A post on Tom Brevoort’s blog said the transition from the initial story to the Dreadstar series felt like the transition of Marvel from the unconventional era of Starlin’s Warlock and Captain Marvel to the Jim Shooter era when editorial control was far more rigid. Metamorphosis Odyssey is wild; the subsequent series much less so. It has none of the visionary cosmic quality of Warlock and the adventures could as easily have happened to the Starjammers, the Omega Men or other comic-book SF teams (the Instrumentality and the Papal High Lord could likewise be Palpatine and the Empire). Which wouldn’t bother me if I liked the adventures better — though Starlin’s art remains solidly entertaining.

I wouldn’t have bothered with DREADSTAR OMNIBUS Volume 2 except the first volume ended on a cliffhanger. Three or four issues in, I gave up on it. It felt even more conventional with the new adversaries Infra-Red and Ultra-Violet, Dreadstar getting a new costume and Vanth undergoing a transformation similar to how the cosmic entity Eon reinvented Captain Marvel during Starlin’s run on him. Still, I’m glad to have satisfied my curiosity about this series.

DC FINEST: Superman — Kryptonite Nevermore proved a fortuitous find for my Silver Age reread over at Atomic Junk Shop. While the 1971 story arc that starts with Superman #233 is on the DC app, the Action Comics stories from the same period are not. Like the DC Finest Legion of Superheroes collection, this fills a gap as the Silver Age transitions into Bronze.

The Superman story arc starts when a freak nuclear accident turns all kryptonite on Earth to iron. Suddenly Superman’s greatest weakness is gone! Not only that but Morgan Edge, the new owner of the Daily Planet, transfers Clark Kent from print to the cutting-edge world of TV reporting. Plus a mysterious flying figure, formed out of sand, begins showing up and slowly draining Superman’s powers away.

What’s going on? Well, it’s new editor Julius Schwartz and writer Denny O’Neil (Super-stalwart artist Curt Swan continues on the book) doing their best to give Kal a soft reboot (details here) away from the gimmicks of Silver Age super-editor Mort Weisinger. Over the course of 10 issues struggles to do his job while becoming weaker and weaker; even the help of Wonder Woman’s mystical mentor I Ching can’t seem to turn things around.

At the end of the story arc, the “Sand Superman” has left Earth for its home dimension carrying half of Superman’s powers with him. Kryptonite no longer allows ordinary thugs to take the Man of Might down; however he’s no longer the invincible figure he was before. While I’m not a fan of O’Neil’s writing he does put Superman through the wringer. However as soon as he left the book, Superman’s back to performing super-feats as if his power hadn’t dimmed at all. Of course, given he can fly inside the sun or shove the moon out of its orbit, it’s not like losing half his power would make him weak by most standards — I’m not sure how the heck you’d convey that (it does amuse me that Supergirl might have been stronger than he was at this point in time).

The Action run was under editor Murray Boltinoff with Curt Swan and primarily veteran DC writer Leo Dorfman. The stories don’t break the mold though the backups are interesting. After Supergirl got the leads lot in Adventure Comics, the Legion of Superheroes took over her backup in Action Comics for a while. Now most of the backups are various sort of “untold tales” about Superboy, Superman, Kandor, etc. Nothing staggering but they did add some novelty.

I’ll be discussing this era over at Atomic Junk Shop soon. Covers top to bottom by Jim Starlin (x2), Neal Adams and Curt Swan. All rights to images remain with current holders.

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