Peace to my dude COMBAT JACK (no BB for DD).
The above pictured comic book is the climax to one of the most intense love stories that you will find in graphic literature. Marvel Comics was so fucking bomb azz back in the days because their characters felt so real. Motherfuckers were hell’a conflicted and bi-polar before we even had the term for that shit. The good guys were often borderline criminals and the crooks were fucking insane. The appeal for Marvel was that they weren’t afraid to give young writers and artists a chance to shine. The truth was that they couldn’t afford to pay anybody either so they let their creative staff have pretty much free rein.
There was a young writer/artist named FRANK MILLER who took over the book and he made the Daredevil character one of the most down azz heroes in the comic universe. Daredevil’s alter-ego was a blind defense attorney named MATTHEW MURDOCK. Daredevil was somewhat the Marvel counterpoint to Batman. He operated mainly at nighttime and he used the shadows and the dark as his accomplice. Daredevil operated mainly in Manhattan and FRANK MILLER would use New York City streetscapes as backdrops and occasionally the latent character. Daredevil was a cool street motherfucker too. He would be fucking up the ‘H’ and ‘C’ pushers as he made his way to getting the head of the mafia underworld, the Kingpin.
The Kingpin was getting tired of Daredevil fucking up his racketeering so he hired this sociopath named Bullseye to kick Daredevil’s ass. Bullseye was a major badass. He had been mindfucked bys ome secret government agency and turned into a killing machine. He was cut loose when they realized that they couldn’t control him. Nigga was so sick he would kill motherfuckers by cutting thir larynx with a playing card. He threw a pencil into this dude’s eye socket one time. When Kingpin contracted Bullseye to kill Daredevil, Bullseye was going to do it for no money down. He just wanted the rush. No happs jack. In the end, Daredevil would always fuck Bullseye up with his own weapons.
Kingpin found out about this sick lady ninja assassin and he hired her to kill Daredevil. As the story goes MATT MURDOCK and this chick, ELEKTRA, were lovers back in college. She had to get disappeared when her dad was killed by some organized crime dudes. ELEKTRA’s real mission was to come back to New York and get close enough to the Kingpin to kill him, but now that she knows that Daredevil is her old love she can’t complete her job. MATT MURDOCK/Darevil wants ELEKTRA to get out of the killing game and lay up with him. The baddest part was when they were first reunited, Daredevil could recognize old girl by her smell. There is nothing more sensuous than a chick that has the pheromone combination that moves your manhood. Mind you that I am reading these books as a 10yr old so I didn’t appreciate the sexy shit until later.
Because ELEKTRA doesn’t fulfill her contract and now she is running the streets with Daredevil fucking up more of the Kingpin’s money she becomes a target. Bullseye takes the contract to kill Elektra thinking that it will emotionally weaken Daredevil. ELEKTRA is no fucking joke, but it’s a man’s world and Bullseye takes her ninja sword from her and shanks her good. ELEKTRA crawls back to MATT MURDOCK’s crib and dies in his arms. ELEKTRA’s death weighed pretty heavy on me too since only a year prior the X-Men creative team had JEAN GREY committing suicide in front of her one and only love, SCOTT SUMMERS.
ELEKTRA’s death was raw and filled with graphic pain and not heroic like Phoenix’ demise. You felt so much anger at Bullseye because he gleefully laughed at her as she bled like like a dog. I never wanted to kick someone’s ass as bad as I wanted to fuck up Bullseye. I wasn’t the only dude with blood in my eye. Your boy MATT MURDOCK brought it to Bullseye on some cataclysmic shit and broke every bone in his body. That wouldn’t be enough to make up for the loss of his love, but it felt good.
This is why Marvel Comics was that illustrative crack. Superman would never duff nobody out like this.
Nice, however don’t put homie in ILMATIC status as Matt Murdock is STILLMATIC! I don’t know if you’ve been keeping up on the current DD scene for, lets say the past 3 EFFIN YEARS, but that shit is RIDONKULOUSNESS! Update: Kingpin fucking snitched and leaked out word to the Daily Bugle that Matt moonlights as DD and the world now knows it but can’t figure it out (cause Matt’s blind). Matt decides he just doesn’t give a fuck and goes all Sam jackson on Kingpin, putting his shoe on him like King is a working bitch short on ends. Anyways, Matt goes overboard as he decides HE RUNS NEW YORK (sorry Diddy). The hero community gets a lil concerned that Murdock is on some straight gorilla pimp ish and decide to have a meeting with him in central park. Attendees are Tony Starks, Reed Richards, Peter Parker, Stephen Strange and Luke motherfucking Cage. They question Matt as to his motive and sanity and he politely tells them to step the eff off and let him do him. Anyways, as he’s holding NYC down, he goes overboard and eventually gets locked up in general population. Kingpin is in the joint on general poulation as well. Tensions build up as everyone is testing Matt and Matt is steady duffing dudes out it in the showers, mess hall, man dude decides he now runs GP. Latest issue out last week, the prison guards roll BULLSEYE in the joint, Hannibal Lecter style and shit is about to go nuttier than orangutan shit. Then, to add amonia to bleach, Frank Castle, a/k/a THE PUNISHER, while catching up o the events on New York 1 News, decides he wants in on the action and allows himself to get arressted in order to join the effin fight club man party (nullus). D, please believe me when I INSIST you catch up on this publishing phenomena. Word life!!! Btw the way, the first cover up top, I copped a few years back at Midtown Comics, poster sized and got it signed by the G.O.D. himself, Frank Miller and his lil homie Klaus Jansen. That shit is beautifully framed and now hangs proudly in my 9 year old son’s room. Keep doing this mayne. Uno.
It’s my love for the comics I know that has me kinda miffed at all of these Ultimate joints. Changing stories around and stuff, making things modern. Even Lucas didn’t change Star Wars up he just added some stuff. Keep mine Marvel (original).
Easy star, Ultimates is on some real ill shit. My love for the comics has me amped at all of these Ultimate joints.
I MEAN DAMN THEY WAS PUTTING ALL THAT IN KIDS COMICS?
How could you put Daredevil next to McDonald’s shit?
Maybe Ben Affleck Daredevil should be next to the shit.
But Frank Miller’s DD?
I’m hurting.
I’m with SS on this one. How are you going to put the greatest comic ever next to McD’s shit photo?
and… why didn’t you add the cover where DD is holding the gun on Bullseye?
and… you weren’t 10 when that issue came out
and… it’s a SAI, not a NINJA SWORD!!!
and… nice post
I finally get a chance to hang out with y’all in the comments section. Combat Jack gave up some good shit(no brokeback) to jump this thread off.
I wrote this post in the hope that someone who wasn’t part of the scene back then might come to see how interesting and compelling it really was. The comments have proven all that. P-City’s right that I wasn’t 10 when the DD book dropped (was prah’lee 10 when X-Men #137 came out) What I remember is how emotionally crushed I was. Even more so than Jean Grey and I loved me some Jean Grey as y’all will soon see.
The point is that MILLER is the truth as a storyteller. Understand that a comic book exists with only words and an image representation. For that comic to embody three dimensions it has to be crafted by a wizard or a genius. ADAMS, BYRNE, SIENKIEWICZ are all incredible wizards and geniuses in their own right. MILLER was the absolute truth for me because he described a story that took place in the city that I lived in places that I saw. He made me understand what it might be like to be blind in New York. He helped me to see what it would be like to be a badazz.
I read all the way through. Combat Jack’s post too. Wasn’t part of the scene then, still ain’t now. But it’s good reading nonetheless. I’m appreciative.
On another note, I wish I hadn’t seen where that McDonald’s sign was planted.
DD was my favorite comic of all time. I was dissappointed by Ben Affleck and that bullshit movie…your site is dope dallas. It’s going to blow any day now.