ℑ𝔱 𝔒𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔖𝔱𝔬𝔭𝔰 𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔖𝔞𝔶 𝔜𝔬𝔲’𝔳𝔢 ℌ𝔞𝔡 𝔈𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥
I first noticed the current incarnation of the Mind Virus infest comic books in late 2012. It was sudden, and ferocious, and shocking to those that could see what was happening. Almost all of them stayed utterly silent, in fear, hoping it would pass, and that they’d be left alone.
“First they came for the squirrels, and I said nothing, for I was not a squirrel, etc”
Frank Miller, author of The Dark Knight Returns, Sin City, Daredevil, and so many more god-tier, undisputedly classic works, had been booked to headline a British comic convention this year, but was removed after someone said his very presence made them feel uNSafE because they didn't like a comic he made.
We’re now at the stage of the game where the power-mad narcissistic cry bullies are so feared that they’re able to unpersonactual geniuses - people that created things of worth and value and beauty, whose influence literally changed the world - as easily as a fat toddler might crush an ant.
This image is from an anti-censorship ad drawn by Frank Miller in the long long ago of the nineteen nineties, when people who considered themselves liberal might not agree with what you said, but they’d damn sure fight to the death for you right to say it! As opposed to the horrorful mass of tarantulas we see today who might not agree with what you say, but they’d damn sure do everything they could to drive you to suicide as punishment for your wrongthink.
It's an illustration of just how quickly things can change, almost unrecognizably. But some things are constant. Bullies lose, propaganda is always forgotten, and true art always remains.
People will still be reading Frank Miller’s work when this weird and creepy moment in history is looked back upon with shudders and bafflement... that a small mob of spiteful, bitter, miserable, vengeful, weak, pathetic little insects was allowed to wreak such havoc for so long, will seem like utter madness. Because it is utter madness.
Frank Miller and his generation saw this plague coming. And most of them said nothing, hoping it would pass, and leave them be. But such a thing does not pass. It grows stronger and more grotesque and vengeful and murderous with with every scalp its allowed.
And it only stops when you say you’ve had enough.