I honestly couldn't make heads or tails out of the latest one. And I'm not too thrilled with the idea that Alan has somehow made some sort of "magic" land on the far side of the moon, because even for comic books, that's just weird. And the art has been subpar, and I miss Eaglesham, and I miss Geoff Johns, and in a word...I'm fed up.
THIS is my JSA.
You've got the grizzled veterans like Alan Scott and Jay Garrick and Ted Grant. You've got Hawkman throwing his weight around, and Power Girl. You have Star Girl and her braces. And Doctor Midnite and Sandy being awesome. Not to mention Mister Terrific, who is...well, pretty terrific. And Cyclone and Ma Hunkel making them all lemonade. ANd the Brownstone which is ALSO awesome. And Wildkitty, and Obsidian, Hourman and Liberty Belle, and everyone else that I'm leaving out.
They hung around doing awesome sorts of things. They had picnics, and went to firehouses, and helped people, and trained the younger generation. If you were a teen you went into the Teen Titans, and if you were a LUCKY teen, you went into the Justice Society. These were the sort of people who could walk into a room and call Superman "son". Who could even make Batman and Hal Jordan sit down and shut up.
They were magnificent, dammit, and now they're just a mess. And enough is enough. But I'm still sad inside.
