What I like best about Butcher Baker #1 is the sort of institutionalized pop culture motif in its world. It isn't Dick Cheney who (along with a smug Jay Leno) recruits our hero (an aggressively typed exemplar of masculinity) for a mission, it's the popular image of him. That mission, of course, being one of near contextless violence, the most crowd-pleasing kind of violence. There is an interesting meditative quality to a super-buff, mustachioed superhero pondering how life got to the point where doing the right thing means looking at the small picture (while he wears an American flag banana hammock). The plot, such that it is, is definitely secondary to the world-building, and the abrupt ending certainly makes that apparent.
There aren't many artists who could have illustrated this story effectively, but Mike Huddleston is one of them. His energy is manic and sends a constant stream of information into the reader's brain. It's great stuff, and it works for whatever it is Joe Casey is getting out of his system here.
The witness said Mr Brown then called out to Ms Hay's adult daughter: "Look at this, I'm tittie-f***ing your mother!".
Jude Terror 12:19 AM
I put my dick in one of the bagels once.