I know you can't see me, but that's pretty much irrelevant, because I'm not very tall, and I'm physically incapable of conveying to you how fed up I am with people like Johanna Draper Carlson's new pal Greg. Thought experiment, okay? Pretend I'm Giant-Man. Right then--I've had it up to the motherfuckin' antennae!

Listen, I'm no fan of Mark Millar or any of the other purveyors of "dark", "evil" pap out there, but that doesn't mean I'm concerned about them as threats to "childhood". In fact, I'm fairly certain that the only useful service these dorks perform is to sneak a little nastiness into the lives of the youngsters that sickening American moralizers would seek to protect from "exposure". What on earth do these innocence-worshipping prudes hope to accomplish, other than the manufacture of more innocence-worshipping prudes?

I ask you--do we really need any more of that?

Newsflash folks! The world is fucked! No need to pretend it isn't. In fact, if you do, then I hold you personally responsible for the monstrous denial that lurks behind mantras like "support the troops" and "as long as it doesn't look like an animal, I can eat it".

You have to get 'em while they're young, before they become part of the problem, and anything that forces kids to understand that justice and goodwill are things to be striven for rather than taken for granted or redefined until they fit snugly over this dank floor of Hell is a good thing, as far as I'm concerned.

So, uh, yeah, consider that my vote against "labelling for content". How 'bout making sure that your kids' heads have content! As much as their little crania can handle--and preferably more! Load 'em, but don't lock 'em! Enough with the teflon guardianship!