Battle Pope. A quite impressively blasphemous comic book series, not to mention: crude; disrespectful; addicted to shock value; quite graphic on a number of interlocking levels; and possessed of a low and puerile manner that is completely incompatible with those of refined tastes and breeding. Its sole redeeming value is that, in point of fact, it’s hysterical. At least the first volume is: comic books were the first thing that got chopped from the budget.
I bring this up here because a recent conversation brought it to mind and I try to be unapologetic here about who I am and what I like. That works both ways. Besides, if Cynthia Yockey can get away with egging on conservative jello wrestling matches I figure that the tone’s not going to get any lower.