Curse you, Miller.

That's it. You will never, ever get another kind word from me again, you bastard Frank Miller. There was a time, only a short while ago, when I would have defended some of your earlier work. At this point, I'm thinking very, very seriously about taking every single one of your trades, and bunging them in the recycle bin, so they can be shredded and turned into warm coats for under-privileged children.

I'm a bit relieved that the great Eisner did not survive long enough to see your apparent travesty.

On the other hand, I also have to believe (for my own sanity) that, were he still alive, you would not have been let within a single country mile of his beloved creation.

Shame on the managers of Eisner's estate for letting you shamble near! Shame on you for sullying one of the pillars of North America's comic history!

Curse you, Miller.

That's it. You will never, ever get another kind word from me again, you bastard Frank Miller. There was a time, only a short while ago, when I would have defended some of your earlier work. At this point, I'm thinking very, very seriously about taking every single one of your trades, and bunging them in the recycle bin, so they can be shredded and turned into warm coats for under-privileged children.

I'm a bit relieved that the great Eisner did not survive long enough to see your apparent travesty.

On the other hand, I also have to believe (for my own sanity) that, were he still alive, you would not have been let within a single country mile of his beloved creation.

Shame on the managers of Eisner's estate for letting you shamble near! Shame on you for sullying one of the pillars of North America's comic history!