The only fitting justice for the indignities committed by Dan Snyder would be to wrap him up in a smallpox blanket and beat him with lead peace-pipes. What a squirrelly little fuck he is. Looking forward to another year of watching drunk Skins fans dress up like indians, red face and all, while ironically “honoring” a…

People living in DC proper—a legitimately fantastic city—give half a shit about the Skins, because they know they’re strictly the domain of drunken racist suburbanites, rednecks dumb enough to plunk down hundreds of dollars every week to get trapped inside that roach motel of a stadium..

It’s hard to go wrong with Mark Waid’s Daredevil: it’s a thorough, studied reinvention of the character, one that juggles an adult balance of humor, heart, and deep, deep sadness. The art is uniformly brilliant—clean, sharp, cartooning from Paolo Rivera, Chris Samnee and others. It still stands for me as close to the…