…Does anyone really support reparations? This is the same thing.


by Sluggo, Agent of N.A.N.C.Y.

One of the great screwings in the history of the comic book industry is that of Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster, the creators of Superman. Selling their creation for a pittance in 1938, the two lived in near-poverty for decades while watching their brainchild rake in millions for the publisher, DC Comics. It wasn’t until the late ’70s, when the big-budget Superman movie was about to be released, that DC, afraid of a public backlash against the film if it were found out how Superman’s creators had been treated, finally was shamed into paying both Siegel and Shuster a yearly sum.

Recently, after many a hearing and court session, the copyright to the very first Superman story in Action Comics #1 was awarded to Siegel’s surviving family, which will likely lead to even more money going in the direction of the creator, or at least his estate. This is a Good Thing, another step in redressing the treatment of the men who essentially created the modern comic book industry.

Of course, some fans think otherwise. Like this fella:

…Oh boy. Another disaster brought on by Siegel heir greed. The last money grab they pulled off resulted in Superboy getting axed, now I can see DC panicking and start monkeying around with the Big Red S to change him enough so that he’s no longer anything that resembles Superman.

Enough is enough. Get a judge in on this mess that understands a) copyright law, and b) the fans are more important than a couple of greedy grandkids!

And there are a few folks in this comics blog discussion who also believe those two guys got more than enough from their creation, and should certainly not have been concerned about providing for their families:

Why they sold the rights they shouldnt get anything.

They shouldnt even get royalties they gave up that when they signed over the rights.

THEY SIGNED THE RIGHTS AWAY NOT WITH A GUN TO THEIR HEAD AND NOT ONCE BUT TWICE WHEN THEY SETTLED IN COURT IN 1948. ENOUGH ALREADY.

Gimme a break. They were paid in 1938. They were paid off in 1968. Again in 1978. They kept taking the money and suing again, Time Warner will keep this tied up for decades and that’s good.

As the end consumers.. we will be the ones paying for this. Keep this in mind next time comics prices rise, or your favorite book gets cancelled because it’s not selling well enough (less profit = less flexibility), or when they decide that making a Superman Movie or cartoon is not financially viable because of ‘licensing’ fees.

Superman
Created by Siegel and Shuster
Raised by DC
Killed by the Siegels

How greedy are the Siegels anyway. What they’re doing is killing the character that their father co-created. Yes, Siegel and Shuster should have been taken care of WHEN THEY WERE ALIVE. They’re not. Why should their kids be profiting off of their deceased parents?

Someone threw out the ’slave argument’ but at the risk of getting politically incorrect, does anyone really support reparations? This is the same thing.



“Pony, actually,” Whizzer corrected. “My name’s Whizzer and I’m looking for Mr. Kent! It’s an emergency!”


by evilolive

That’s right. We’re back and unafraid to give you the pure, uncut genius of fanfiction. This time around, we focus on Hasbro’s most popular toy line based on pastel-colored mammals. First up is the sure-to-be-classic Superman in Ponyland, which…uh, well…

Whizzer made it down to Metropolis in record time. She spotted the Daily Planet building, and flew for it, flapping her wings as hard as she could. She found and open window, and flew right into it. It happened to be Mr. White’s office, and he, Clark Kent, and Lois Lane were in the office when she flew in.

“What the . . . .” Clark said, a little dumbfounded.

“Great Caesar’s ghost!” Mr. White shouted. “Another one!”

“It’s . . . . it’s a flying horse!” Lois shouted.

“Pony, actually,” Whizzer corrected. “My name’s Whizzer and I’m looking for Mr. Kent! It’s an emergency!”

“I’m Mr. Kent,” Clark said, walking over to the pink Twinkle Eyed Pegasus. “What’s the emergency?”

“We need Superman to come to Ponyland, and Jimmy said that you were the only one who could contact Superman. We really need you to contact him now, Mr. Kent. Julie, Tommy, and Jimmy are trapped inside a cave and a big, mean dragon is trying to get them!”

“I can’t understand a word she says,” Mr. White said. “Slow down! You’re going too fast! What am I saying?! I’m talking to a pony!”

In case that was a little too pure for your tastes, we offer up My Little Psycho: The Butterfly Island Massacre

“YOU WILL BE THE FIRST TO TASTE MY HATRED!” bellowed Waterfire with a maniacal gleam in her eye.

Waterfire took her beach umbrella, shook it free of sand, closed it, and then rammed it’s point into Seascape’s eye socket.

The whole beach was silent except for Seascape’s screams echoing off of the water, and the ripping and tearing noises that were being made by Waterfire rotating and grinding the umbrella around Seascape’s eye cavity.

The silence was broken as Seascape fell to the ground and stopped moving. The Pony Police would classify her death as ‘heart attack brought on by stress, fear, and pain’, but Seascape really died because she was a little bitch.

Every single pony screamed, and ran for their lives. Waterfire smiled grimly, and knew that she had to hurry and catch them all. After all, she couldn’t afford if one of them escaped and told the Pony Police.