The Audacity of Nope

The recent debates and, more to the point, the reaction to them, have been the entirety of the GOP/Democrat dynamic in microcosm.

On the one hand, there’s the GOP. The party that launched a bold, “We don’t give a dámņ what you think of us” initiative in October 2010, or at least articulated it baldly enough to attract notice: Senate minority leader Mitch McConnell declaring, “The single most important thing we want to achieve is for President Obama to be a one-term president.” Not pass laws, not help the downtrodden, not serve the people. Their energies were to be devoted to preventing the president (and by extension the Democrats) from accomplishing anything. During the Bush years, any Democrat making such a statement would have been pilloried as unpatriotic and even treasonous.

Romney’s declaration that he was going to “reach across the aisle” carried with it the implication that Obama had failed to do so; a galling assertion considering that the GOP had effectively declared Obama public enemy number one. Even previously standard actions, such as raising the debt ceiling, were blocked by the GOP in order to damage Obama’s record. Using filibusters in record numbers and blocking 375 Democratic bills (including the Vision Care for Kids Act, the Veterans Training Act, and the Elder Abuse Victims Act) Republicans have not only aggressively stonewalled both the Obama administration and the needs of the electorate, but they now have the audacity to act as the peacemakers. Kind of like an abusive husband telling his wife that he promises not to beat her anymore if she’ll just avoid pìššìņg him off.

And yet when President Obama had the opportunity to highlight this in face-to-face conflict with Romney, he backed off. When Romney spoke in smooth, conciliatory language, Obama let him off the hook. I mean, if someone’s party spends four years—four years—doing everything within their power to ignore their oaths of service and block all that you try to accomplish, that’s got to make you mad. People need to see that it makes you mad, because otherwise they assume that you’re okay with it. Or worse, afraid to stand up to it.

Seduction of the Innocent (the band)

digresssmlOriginally published February 27, 1998, in Comics Buyer’s Guide #1267

I miss Seduction of the Innocent.

Not the famous book that served to trash the entire comic book industry. I’m talking about the band.

I was reflecting on my con-going life the other day and came to the surprising realization that Seduction was a part of an amazingly large number of fond memories, both in terms of personal stunts and also things that I witnessed.

Place your order now for YOUNG JUSTICE scripts

I’m trying to determine how many copies of scripts for the animated YJ series I should bring along to sell at NYCC. So I’m giving people a chance to advance order. I’d prefer if you placed it at the comments section of my website at peterdavid.net so it’s all in one place.

Please tell me, right here in this space, if you will be interested in purchasing (for $20) any of the following YJ episodes

Season 1: SECRETS
It’s Halloween. Artemis and Zatanna are in Manhattan for a girls’ night out. There, they encounter the deadly Harm, who has a secret.

Season 1: INSECURITY
Red Arrow’s return undercuts Artemis’ confidence, while the team’s mission to track down Sportsmaster threatens to expose her darkest secrets.

Season 2: BLOODLINES
The arrival of Impulse triggers a situation that involves multi-generations of Flash

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My Schedule for NYCC

It is with a certain degree of weary resignation that I post my schedule for New York Comic Con. Why? Because I’m putting it up on my website…and cross posting to Twitter…and Facebook…and I could take out full page ads in all three major NY newspapers and buy commercial time on the debut of “Arrow” and I know the most repeated refrain I’m going to hear from my fans is, “I looked ALL OVER and couldn’t find Peter David ANYwhere.” Yeah, that’s me; I’m the dámņëd Shadow.

My table is at Artist’s Alley, over in the North Plaza, table BB1. That is for the most part where I will be when I’m not on panels. I will not be attending Thursday. Friday morning I will be in meetings and not available.

Friday
12:15 – 1:15: Marvel Now! All New X-Men – 1E07
2-3 PM: Marvel booth signing
3 – 4 Marvel Prose novels panel – 1A21

Saturday
3-4 Stan Lee’s World of Heroes – 1E13
4-5 Marvel booth signing

Sunday
11-12: Marvel booth signing

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Half a Million

digresssmlOriginally published February 20, 1998,  in Comics Buyer’s Guide #1266

“Only half a million copies.”

It was some years back, during the pinnacle of the sales boom for comic books. There was an editor walking around the offices at Marvel Comics, and he was sorely distressed, angry and disappointed.

You may ask, Why was he so angry?

Go ahead. Ask.

I’m not going to tell you unless you ask. Come on. Say it out loud. Say it with me: Why was he so angry?

(Having learned your lesson from last week’s column, I can only assume that you have very wisely said out loud, “Why was he so angry?” thereby getting some rather odd looks from anyone who might be nearby you. Don’t worry about them. They’re probably working for the Starr Chamber, trying to determine whether or not you had an affair with Bill Clinton. Just glance their way, nod, smile, and make no sudden movements, and you should be fine. Where was I? Ah yes.)

Obama Wrote Me. I Wrote Back.

I received the following email today from Barack Obama. Apparently we’re on a first name basis: He calls me “Peter” and signs his “Barack.” Which is kind of weird because if I met him I somehow can’t see me calling him “Mr. President” and him saying, “Please, call me Barack.”

In any event, this was the letter:

This is in your hands, Peter

Peter —

There have been many times in my life when I’ve been counted out — told that I couldn’t do it, told not to speak out for what I believe in, told to not even run in the first place.

I’ve only gotten this far because I’ve had people like you with me every step of the way.

Right now the other side is trying to obliterate the hard work we’ve put in on the ground in this campaign by flooding the airwaves with factually inaccurate, negative attack ads.

If they win, they’re going to dismantle everything we’ve accomplished together over the past three and a half years, and turn back the clock to the same failed policies that got us into this mess in the first place.

We cannot let that happen. Please donate $3 or more today:

Thanks. It means a lot to know you’ve got my back.

Barack

And because I was in a mood, I responded thusly:

Dear Mr. President:

With all respect–and I know you won’t read this–it’s not my job to have your back. It’s your job to have the backs of millions of people. People who are counting on you. People whose health and in many cases lives are hinging upon your reelection.

Yes, I’m aware that in the debate, you won on the facts. And in 1960, Nixon won on the facts (at least to anyone who was listening on the radio.) But being on television demands other characteristics upon which many Americans base their judgments. Romney had it. You did not. Granted, Romney had much less to lose than you did, but you can’t stand there and appear that you’re afraid of losing.

The fact is that more people are like George W. Bush than anyone wants to admit. They judge not based on fact, but on their gut. No one, not even your most ardent supporters, could watch the way you handled yourself and have a good feeling in their guts about it.

I’m fully aware that debating Romney is like falling into the middle of the Monty Python “Argument Clinic” sketch. “You’re lying!” “No, I’m not.” You need to realize what Romney is: he’s a bully. A bully needs to be stripped of his power, and the best way to deal with the bully that Mitt Romney is is to laugh at him. Don’t take him seriously. Explicitly state that it’s hard to keep a straight face debating with him because he’s so ridiculous. Treat him like a joke. Tear him apart. Reduce him to a punchline. Because that’s what we need you to do.

Have our back.

Very truly yours,

Peter David