Peter Bagge is probably one of the funniest and smartest comic book authors ever – and where else would you find a libertarian artist like that? Ayn Rand must be proud.
In contrast to Buddie Bradley saga and his other fiction work described here previously, this book is fruit of quite different nature. In fact, Everybody is Stupid is not a comic book per se – it is a collection of short stories, 1 to 4 pages max, published in the '00s in the Reason magazine.
Sorted by themes of War, Sex, Arts, Business, Boondoggles, Tragedy, Politics, and Our Stupid Country, it is a must for all libertarian oriented minds, and those who like to ridicule both right- and left-wing hotheads (me, me, me!).
I know that goes well against the advertised libertarian values to which I tend to ascribe myself to, but I felt the need to copy paste 3 short vignettes right off the Reason's Bagge page where these comics are included. Sorry folks!
Bat Boy is a blast. Peter Bagge’s comic strip from ’04/’05 rocks hell by the amount of sheer fun, madness and stupidity.
Bat Boy, a 12-year-old mutant kid, also Osama Bin Laden’s slayer, becomes the president of the US, Beyoncé becomes his first lady (winning this honor over Lindsay Lohan and Hillary Duff), Dick Chaney gets his arm bitten off, and the new independent state of Freakstown is declared within the borders of Oklahoma! Bat Boy, Bad Boy, oh boy, whatever.
Seattle nuked by North Korea, and Peter Bagge goes nuts. An office clerk learning to survive in the woods, after the blast and the fallout.
Surprised Peter didn’t go for cannibalism. Burning and looting, yes, going crazy and trigger/knife-happy, yes, killing all, including small babies, yes, well, all sorts of things. Overall, strange book – should’ve been funny, but not funny enough.
This is no Nakazawa’s Barefoot Gen, I assure you.
Now, this was fun. Expected, I should say. Just to explain – Peter Bagge is one of the guys who got me hooked up on comic books in the first place. Quite a few years ago, I don’t remember for what reason, but Ira got me a copy of Buddy Does Seattle, a paperback collection of the first 3 black and white books (actually, 15 issues) of the Buddy Bradley saga – and I read it while lying under the effect of painkillers in CITO hospital bed after they had taken this bloody screw out of my ankle. The book was hilarious. So cynical and funny, I started to like comic books big time. Bought the rest of the Bradley’s stuff – the three books comprising a later published Buddy Does Jersey collection and the Bradleys book – and it all was all fun, but probably not as fun as the original Seattle Bradley hate saga.
This new book is a page turner as well – a 100+ page story about 4 misfits/losers/whatever-is-the-term who got hooked up on virtual reality games far too much. Acid-spitting and entertaining. The stuff that surprised me, though, was the ending – which was quite on par with the ending of The Valley of Pain performance by Vladimir Epifantsev we attended yesterday, with blam-blam-blam and blood-blood-blood. Now that was unexpected, huh?
Anyways, well done Peter – and we wait for more!