I've been trying to straighten things up a bit here at Brother K Central. That's how you know you're getting old, I think: you start having compulsions to tidy things up . . . in the vain hope that when you die, a dumpster wont appear in your driveway, soon to be filled with all of the detritus and flotsam you've spent sixty or seventy years accumulating.
I've been working on arranging my comic books, putting them in order, checking to see if any of them are valuable. And my goodness, there are quite a few of them. Like 6,000 or so. Maybe 10,000. Anybody want to start a comic book store? I can be bought.
As I'm going through all of these books, touching every one of them, occasionally I'll happen upon one that I must have a closer look at. Yesterday it was The Big Lie number 1 (and only) by Rick Veitch, with a little help from Gary Erskine and Thomas Yeates. (And Dominic Regan and Annie Parkhouse. And Brian Romanoff.)
It was published with a cover date of September 2011, and it wasnt exactly a hit. According to Comichron, it was the 237th "best selling comic book" for the month of September 2011, with 6,572 copies sold. That's about the number of copies that Scooby Doo Team Up sells per month, to give you some perspective . . . and about 1/20th the the number of copies that The Walking Dead sells these days.
ANYway . . . yes, I had to read it. And I have to say that it is one kicking of the ass comic book.
Like most things in life (alas), my ire / horror / revulsion at the fact that we U.S. Americans have buried the real story of the 9/11 attacks fades when I'm not actively researching it. But re-reading The Big Lie brought it all back. How the hell did we let "them" get away with that bullshit story about hijacked airliners and all of the attendant fabrications? The more I think about it, the more amazed I am that anyone could believe the official story of what happened on that day.
And The Big Lie really brings that home. The premise of the story is a little hokey: a scientist figures out how to time travel back to September 2001 in the hope of warning her husband about the impending attacks on the World Trade Center Towers . . . in the hopes of saving his life, as he was in one of the towers on the morning of September 11, 2001. She mis-times her arrival, however, and only has an hour to convince him that (1) she is really his wife, since she is ten years older when she appears before him and (2) that an attack on the WTC is imminent. In her attempt to convince him and the people who are with him, she brings up a lot of information about what happened on the morning of 9/11. And that's just riveting stuff. Such as . . . warnings pouring in from intelligence communities all over the world--warnings which were ignored by the Bush Administration. And when the woman's husband and his cronies begin to object to what she is saying and tell her why what she's saying couldn't possibly be true, she brings up more things which are equally astonishing. For instance, when one man says that fighter planes would be in the air in 8 minutes or less if airliners were hijacked, and that they could easily intercept any lumbering commercial aircraft that had gone astray and that they WOULD shoot down a plane that failed to respond to orders to get back to its flightpath, the time traveling scientist points out that the only planes scrambled in response to the 9/11 emergency were woefully slow to respond . . . and in all four cases, failed to intercept the hijacked airplanes. It's all stuff that is easily verifiable, even in the official version of the story of what happened on that day. But anyone who looks at that information with a clear mind will see that there was some serious bullshit going on . . . and it's impossible not to conclude that some very high level government officials were involved in this as an inside job.
I'm really impressed that Image Comics had the balls to publish this book. I'm even more impressed that you can purchase it on Comixology . . . for a mere $1.99 . . . even now. Image could have pulled an AMC on this thing and Rubicon-ed it, and more than likely no one would have even noticed. But they didn't. So hey . . . risk $1.99 . . . maybe $2.11, as I guess there's tax . . . and check this thing out. After you read it, if you feel that it's been a waste of your money, stop over and I'll buy you a cup of coffee to make up for it. And we'll tawk.
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