Rapture? Yeah Right...

Today Perry gave me an assignment to cover this rapture thing that's supposed to happen on Saturday. At first I was all like, "Fuck no P-Dog, I don't work on Saturday". Then he was all mad and crap (old man rage I like to call it), so I was all like "Fine, but I totally don't even know what a rapture is. Isn't that like a fucking bird or some shit?". Then, out of nowhere, Jimmy 'ginger prime' Olsen pops up and starts ranting about this end of the world, God coming down and saving a couple jerks, and leaving the rest of the flightless fucks here to die. What?! Now I've seen a lot of crazy shit in my day. A short list would include such things as: having a backwards retarded version of myself, being to the end of existence with Booster Gold, and fighting a fucking rainbow.

Just an average day, punchin' rainbows

So I've seen some crazy shit in my day, but even I find it hard to believe that this rapture thing is going to happen. First of all, where's the motivation? If there is anything I know about super villains (and the "God" fellow is screaming villain right now), it's that they need some sort of motivation. This motivation doesn't need to make any sense, but it either A) will profit them somehow or B) has something to do with their costume. Now I have no idea what this God fellow looks like, but judging by his name, Im going to toss out option B...

Stealing S shirts? Hey, at least he's got purpose...

This would leave option A, profit. What the fuck does God have to gain by killing off all of "his people" (pompous jerk) and/or bringing all the rest of them back to his place where he is presumably going to give all these freeloaders room and board. Fuck that. Sounds like bullshit to me. Regardless of what happens this weekend I'm not going to care, and I'm sure as Hell not going to cover the story. Saturday is my day off Perry, I don't fuckin' roll!

 

Even after ya'll are raptured, I'm still gonna be chillin'. Also, I won't have to shave!

Moms Wear Capes Too

So today is Mother's Day, whatever the fuck that means. On Krypton we didn't have any bullshit greeting card holidays (well, besides Krypton Day, Cape Day, Cake Day, and Cake Day II). Despite never celebrating this holiday until I crash landed on this dump about 75 years ago, I've come to garner a certain appreciation for it. I realize my mom is dead, as well as everyone else from my home planet (more or less), but she was pretty bad ass. I mean, she let my Dad put her only son in an experimental rocket to send him to a planet that may/may not even exist... wait, that sounds like terrible parenting...

Mom slapping a ho, Dad approves

First off, nothing gets the ladies more willing to bang your alien brains out than telling them (albiet super cool-like) that your mom is dead. Usually this shit works like 80% of the time, but on Mother's Day this line reaches Kryptonian strength. Combine that with the fact that I'm handsome as shit, and its a done deal.

 Yeah right, like I was even trying to break those chains... women

Secondly, it gives me a chance to burn Brucey boy. See, where I'm 100% over my Mom, Bruce still wakes up in puddles of his own man fluids (all of them) after having nightmares about 'ol Martha Wayne. Every time he knocks around a Joker in a joker mask, or slaps Robin, Batsy is thinking about how much he misses Mommy. I mean, I suppose I could time travel and bring her back to life. Maybe next year, for like a day... hmmm, better yet, I wonder what Martian Manhunter is doing today, I could use his shape-shifting antics. Anyhoo, have a Super Mother's Day ya'll, and don't forget, Moms love booze just as much as yours truly.

 

 HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY BRUCE!

Truth, Justice, and America Kicking Ass

So, unless you live in a cave (and aren't Batman) you probably know that Osama Bin Laden is dead. Actually, there are probably a lot of people living in caves who know this shit... fuck that was a terrible analogy. I'll blame Jimmy for that one. Anyway, so remember last week when I renounced my citizenship? That was so I could sneak int Pakistan, tell everyone that I wasn't a narc, then find out where that bearded motherfucker was hiding. Boom, a week later and guess what? Special forces move in and plus that son of a bitch. You know why it took 10 years? They've had Batman on the case. That's right, the guy who's afraid of bullets and doesn't like killing people. What a puss. Oh yeah, he also doesn't have x-ray vision, which makes me one million times better at finding anything, terrorists included.

I taught him everything he knows

So my boy Obama and I partied pretty fucking hard, but then we realized two things. One, we may be out of a job with the biggest terrorist butthole finally toast, and Two we may or may not have created a villain black hole that will only be filled with another villain of equal or greater villainocity. So I came up with a quick list of possible new threats, whilst comparing them to other villainous threats.

He'll be stealing 40 pies in no time...

Donald Trump (Lex Luthor): Let's face it, this one has been brewing for a long time. Obviously, I've had many a run in with the bald spoiled brat Lex, so I know a thing or two about fucking crazy, egotistical millionaires. Much like Lex being jealous of everything that is me (my powers, my muscles, my monstrous krytponian dong, my hair), Trump is jealous of Obama (his seat of power, his smooth voice, his monstrous human dong, his hair). Trump loves gold, hates immigrants, and demands to see hero's birth certificates. This leaves him one suit of power armor away from literally being Lex. I should probably punch his dumb ass out right now.

This isn't photoshopped... at all

 

Kim Jong Il (Dr. Light): Don't know how Dr. Light is? Good. He was this douche of a villain with the power to control light. More or less a Green Lantern without the jewelry and greenness. Not that powerful, not that smart, but he was one sick mother. Basically he liked to get a little too hands-on with female prisoners and heroes. So what did we do? We got our good friend Zatanna to erase his brain. Then when he remembered it all, Specter turned him into a giant candle and melted his ass (I'm serious). Anyway, he reminds me of Kimmy boy. First off, both these guys are crazy as fuck and think that they're the bomb. They both wear jump suits all the time too. Hell, Kim Jong Il claims to only hit hole-in-ones in golf, having played only a handful of times. Much like Dr. Light claiming to have touched Wonder Woman's no-no spot having never actually fought her. Okay Kimmy, keep bragging like that and we'll erase your brain too.