I don't know about anyone else, and I certainly don't know what actually goes on behind the closed doors of DC Comics, but right now I'm just enjoying the idea that DC's editors apparently are sequestered in a room at the end of the printing press assembly line. There, after the writers and artists and colorists and letterers and digital layout guys have put the comic together with no oversight whatsoever, the printed comics are delivered to them, and they flip them open with some horrible trepidation. And then one of them sees the word "cunt", or a beer bottle in Superman's hand, and just flips the fuck out. "Goddamnit," he screams, "destroy them all! Why oh why do we all sit at the end of the printing press and look at these things AFTER they're printed? ISN'T THERE A BETTER WAY?"
Just the fact that DC is becoming the company specializing in creating product that they then have to destroy themselves...cracks me the fuck up. Oh, whoops, forgot the black bar on that "fuck". PULP THE INTERNET!

OFFICIAL DC EDITORIAL GUIDELINES
Bloody corpse of Robin
PUBLISH THAT SUCKER!
Robin saying "Fuck"
KILLITKILLITKILLIT!
AMERICA! OUR STANDARDS ARE HILARIOUS!





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