The League Of Deplorable Superheroes

I call this meeting of the League of Deplorable Heroes to order!


But seriously, with this year's political season in the United States and one candidate calling anybody who'd vote for their opponent as they did last month "deplorable" and with some of those voters taking that name on as a badge of honor, it would probably be a more fitting title if Jon Morris' The League of Regrettable Superheroes (ISBN 9781594748691) had debuted this year. It was a 2015 release. Nonetheless, there's a slew of forgotten and outright weird superheroes in the nearly eight decades following Superman's first appearance in 1938 who get mention here, some of whom will leave you scratching your head as to how they got off the drawing board to the printed page (Doctor Vampire, Mother Hubbard, Invisible Scarlet O'Neil, 711, Spyman, Fatman The Human Flying Saucer, Gunmaster and Bullet The Gun-Boy, Brother Power The Geek, Prez, The Outsiders, Phoenix The Protector, and Rom Spaceknight among many, many others).


Much more was left to the imagination and less to continuity in those days too.


Now Spider-Man, that's a different bailiwick. Though from Marvel Comics' Spider-Verse (ISBN 9780785190363) which brings together every version of Spider-Man, Spider-Woman, and anybody in Marvel or Marvel-licensed properties with any kind of spider-powers whatsoever together to defeat a family across the multiverse (each Spider-Person is on a different alternate Earth) who've made it their purpose to consume their lives -- in current comic speak, the spider totem that they derive their power from. Heck, there's even a Spider-Man who's a PIG -- Peter Porker, the Spectacular Spider-Ham. And I will admit that the scene where Spider-Man and His Amazing Friends (Iceman! AND Firestar!) get trashed by one of the villains with only Ms. Lion to mourn them got me.


Heck, in our world even YOU might be Spider-Man!


Or Spider-whatever gender or species is applicable to you. But anyway, after work last night I got to see Sarah performing with fifth grade band from several local schools at Ramstad Middle School where she'll be going next year that is no longer behind our house (bummer, the drive is a real pain). But at least I've learned how to get there; I knew where Martha, Jeffrey, and the rest of the family were sitting but I didn't join them at first because I didn't know they'd saved a seat for me in the gym -- Martha texted me that, but my phone picked that time to die. We went to Burger King for dinner after hearing Ramstad's choral group the Rockets and their band and got in very late on a school night. But I promise you we all did sleep soundly. At least I did; getting that extra thirty minutes in after I'd brought the kids to school has made all the difference. Now go out and be deplorable!


Sometimes that's a good thing for it means you're doing something right,


David

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