I would have to say, “No, Ti-ti, you are absolutely in the right because the newly returned Kryptonians acted like complete morons.” For the love of Rao, aren’t the Kryptonians supposed to be incredibly intelligent and a hell of a lot more logic based? Where is that logic when they decide to just imprison Superman’s enemies, ignoring international laws, beliefs and borders? I guess we see symptoms of Kryptonian “illogic” right from the beginning. “Quakes, Jor-El? Bah, it’s nothing. Krypton is fine and all you accomplish here is spreading panic with speculative science and the conjecture it researches. Krypton isn’t ready to explode and I will have you removed from this quorum if you continue to incite such absurdity based on your, your………..crazy thinkin’! Oops, that quake was a little bigger than the last one. Bah, Jor-El!” Yep, maybe the Kryptonians ain’t quite so brainy after all.
Anyway, so the Kryptonians basically decided to just leave the confines of their newly expanded city of Kandor and …do what they want? Great strategy, fellas. Of course, a less than forthcoming, seemingly unaccountable and never amenable ring of government is NOT happy that a few hundred more “Supermans” have imposed themselves on the native population. In fact, they are so not happy, they sought allies from the immoral dregs where villains posture and irreparably splintered egos dwell. When I say “irreparably splintered egos,” of course I mean Lex Luthor. And scraped fresh from those “immoral dregs,” we have the return of the REAL Braniac. This is not iteration 1,076, this is the real deal; the one who, through defeat, started this whole “Kandorian Revival” in the first place. The other Braniacs were…scouts, or something? Yeah, that’s it. Scouts. Ok, ok, I can go along with it. The one true Braniac has finally located Earth, travelling in a vessel stuffed to the gills with forcibly relocated civilizations (significantly diminished ’cause, y’know, space is tight in a worldship) and…yadda yadda. Superman whoops him, saves Kandor (one such diminished sampling of Kryptonian civilization) and proclaims, “Grow.” While the object of his victory begins leaning more towards the macroscopic, a missile launched from Braniac’s vessel destroys the Kent’s home, ending the life of Pa Kent. This dichotomy of events is Super-neato, as something great is sacrifced to earn another state of greatness. I find that quite relevant, as I have to sacrifice opera fudge during the week in order to stay thin and super-attractive.
So, I haven’t actually finished the damn story yet because I’m perpetually 2-3 months behind in my comic reading. Wherein lies the blame for such an inexcusable strain of apathy? Call it life, a job…and more life containing outside interests…and…. I just get too many damn comics. If you’re caught up, you’re already into the 12 part, “Superman: World of New Krypton.” Reading the blurbs and adverts, I’m getting a sense of where Superman fell when humanity gave its unspoken ultimatum. If you comment, DON’T SPOIL IT FOR ME!
So, even though I haven’t been overly pleased with the “New Krypton” story, at least it gave us some more James Robinson written Superman. Y’know, the self assured Superman. The one who tells Lois, “He’s a good dog. He’s our dog.” Yeah, tell that Lois bitch to back the F!@k off!” WOOO!
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