“When I look over my shoulder, what do you think I see? Some other cat lookin’ over his shoulder at me. And he’s strange.” From The Season of the Witch, written by Donovan Leitch.

We finished Agatha All Along, Marvel’s latest teevee miniseries, and I’ll say upfront that my daughter Adriane and I enjoyed it a lot. I realize that in today’s parlance, the binary people who infest our culture with their perverted parochial worldview think that means we feel it was the greatest work television has ever fostered upon humanity. Well, not quite. “Enjoyed it” is perfectly acceptable. That means we had a good time watching the series. If everything was, in succession, the “best ever,” within a few days our heads would explode.

Of course there’s the usual bevy of stubby incels who look at the show and count organs. The show stars six vaginas but only one penis. Obviously, the typical incel believes (he doesn’t think, so he must act off of his beliefs) this can not be a real Marvel product, and therefore, it must be part of the Deep State conspiracy to destroy everything that is wholesome, manly and Marvel-American. I wonder how that’s going for J.D. Vance right now. If you are following any incel’s advice on anything at all, you need to check your meds.

You might respond “Hey, Agatha All Along isn’t a superhero show.” Well, nor was — and nor is — Doctor Strange. Or Tomb of Dracula. And so on. Witches aren’t real, but masks and capes are? Your sense of wonder must be pretty damn snooty. Continue reading “Brainiac On Banjo: Marvel All Along” →