Superman/Batman: Public Enemies
(2003-2011) #3

Mister President, let’s begin with the obvious. You’ve offered, and I quote, ‘a one billion dollar reward for the individual or individuals who bring Superman to the Federal authorities here in Washington.’ Given the precarious nature of the world, don’t you think that’s a little extreme?

“Lois, first off, let me tell you how nice it is to see you out from that musty old desk at the Daily Planet—“

“—You didn’t answer my question.”

*long sigh* Okay, well, I think now is as good of a time as any that we talk a little bit about my process when it comes to making these reviews. I’ve developed this format over – gosh, I guess it’s been about six years since I started these now – and it’s not a terribly unique way of doing it, but what I do is treat my reviews like partial liveblogs and partial analyses. 

I’ll read through a comic, usually online through comiXology, and I’ll take the screenshots I want – sometimes that takes a little more planning than usual because multiple stories will be shown simultaneously. In this case, I had to cut the press conference here out from the pages through the majority of the book to make a point. 

But I also don’t immediately write up my reviews. I save them with small notes in my drafts for this blog, a couple hundred posts at a time usually. with maybe nothing more than a joke that I felt at the time, or a loose idea of how I will delve deeper later. Then, when I have the time, usually about once a week, I’ll come back to my drafts and go all the way to the oldest ones, and type up whatever it was I wanted to say in full. 

This  has been my method for literally years. And I mean years now.

So about two weeks ago when I first read through Superman/Batman #3 and got these clips together for a review, we… strangely enough, lived in a very… very different world. One where it was absurd to believe that a President Lex Luthor would publicly, on live television, try to rationalize his administration’s support of super villains. 

And I had my notes for this post literally say “Trump Joke” because I thought I would be witty and clever. 

And now it’s just… really sad. I think we’ve all grown sadder as a world together. 

There is literally nothing about the President Lex storyline from the early 2000s now that doesn’t seem horrifically possible in reality. 

I shit you not, Trump can come out in a giant mechanized purple and green super suit and laugh maniacally while shooting himself up with some glowing green drugs and I guarantee you none of us would bat an eye anymore. This is where we all are now. 

But. Laughter is the best medicine so:

At least Lex fixed his hair better than Trump before a press conference. 

Now we’re done. Everyone move on. Watch an eclipse if that’s still relevant when you’re reading this.