“I’m always excited, I just love to walk! My jaws keep on moving and churning out talk! I love to draw pictures in layers and layers, and say the words backwards when I say my prayers!” From The New Amphetamine Shriek, written by Peter Stampfel.

Four bits o’stuff this week, as I bow to the reality of my short attention span.

Superman and The Kennedy Papers

On January 23, 2025, our duly elected Presidential Rapist signed Executive Order 14176, a.k.a. the “Declassification of Records Concerning the Assassinations of President John F. Kennedy, Senator Robert F. Kennedy, and the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.” Tens of thousands of pages are being released slowly, and are presently available online at the National Archives. This presidential poseur is quite familiar with the National Archives, and perhaps some of the papers will be found in Trump’s Golden Toilet throne room.

But those of us who have read Superman #1 — the first Superman #1, from 1939 — know who killed Kennedy. So does the Man of Steel, and I provide the evidence here.
Here’s a clue. It wasn’t a man. Continue reading “Brainiac On Banjo: Sods” →