Butcher Billy don’t give no fucks! Despite us writhing in exhaustion at his fantastic pop-culture mash-ups, the dude continues onward. This time the artist has hung a bit of a political bent on our asses, mashing up nefarious bastards of the political world with some of the biggest baddies of the comic world. The result? Typical awesomeness.

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This is some straight-up wonky shit right here. God knows the news could change by the time this post hits the Omega Level info-wave. Initially it was thought that Fox would hand Galactus over to Marvel in exchange for an extension on their right to make a Daredevil flick. Now that one has gotten impaled upon the shores of truth, but the situation is still just as juicy.

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Via. | By Andy Hunter

Hickman is unleashing the coupe de grace of Fantastic Four villains for the title’s six hundredth issue. The destroyer of worlds, the dude with the huge pink helmet: Galactus. Fuck yes.

Hit the jump for the promo.

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James Stokoe is the internet hotness today, and with good reason. The artist and writer behind Orc Stain as well as Wonton Soup apparently was working on this son of a bitch as a warm-up exercise every day.

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[images & words is the comic book pick-of-the-week at OL. equal parts review and diatribe, the post highlights the most memorable/infuriating/entertaining book released that wednesday]

Spoilers Ahead. Forreal.

I believe in ideas.

I’m not religious. I don’t belong to a political party. And I’m generally weary of aligning myself with institutions. But what I am unabashedly interested in is the formation, exploration, and discussion of ideas. Anything that has or can or will be done has come about by the processing of thought. Mental exertion. Trying to conjure up something that has yet to be plucked out of the nebulous pool that is the collective unconscious.

Human beings are squishy blots of flesh that exchange fluids with the world and rarely last one hundred years. They are fragile and gross and quite often unhinged mentally. And yet, within the few protective millimeters of skull is the capacity for goddamn anything.

Penicillin. Films. Sexual fetishism. Hospitals. Education. Genetic manipulation. Geoengineering. A hilarious anecdote about a dead relative. Cloned organs. Terraforming. Dinner reservations for two, no wait, three. Interstellar travel.

It’s all in there, in the goddamn ideaspace. The realized and unrealized.   The real and the fictional and the grey area where the two meet for conjugal visits.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is a comic book about these conjugal visits.

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