WHY KAMANDI IS THE BEST COMIC EVER (and if you disagree you are wrong)

Want a recipe for delicious comic goodness?

Take one cup of cut-off pants.
Add a tablespoon of feathered hair and a laser gun.
Mix in an ample portion of talking animals, including Tiger Pirates and Dogs dressed as Prussians.
Pour in a gallon of Apocolyptic wasteland filled with Giant Grasshoppers and Atomic Mutant Men with Cyclotronic hearts.
Stir it all into a Jack Kirby casserole dish and let simmer at a million dgrees for twenty years.

When that pie comes out, it will be the most tasty thing you've ever put in your mouth.

KAMANDI rules with an iron fist clutching a toblerone. It is my favorite comic series ever, and this is probably my fourth or fifth blog post about it. I can't stop kneeling at it's altar. It beckons me into the heavens with an unearthly light, and there are one hundered virgins waiting for me on the other side.

First of all, the protagonist is named Kamandi, which is the best name ever. He was named after the bomb shelter underworld he grew up in. Minnesota Fats, Tennessee Williams and "Command D" Kamandi. Secondly, he wears the coolest outfit ever. Feathered hair like Keith Partridge, no shirt (who needs one?), and cut off jeans with cavalry boots. Add a holster with laser pistol, and you have the perfect ensemble for a Last Boy on the Go. He is a tough little joe with spunk and wits and a mute girlfriend named Flower who is retarded. His best friend is a scientist dog, but he also hangs with Ben Boxer and the Mutant Boys, three hippies with Cyclotronic hearts.

(Apparently if you have a cyclotronic heart, you can punch yourself in the chest and turn to steel. Tell me that doesn't kick ass.)

The art is late-seventies kirby at it's most insane; fluid and clunky at the same time, with strange POVs, maddening splash pages, and dizzying spectacle. It will make your head hurt with crazy-dynamic panels poking you in the eye at every turn. The designs of talking animals look like people in bad costumes... you can almost hear their muffled lines under latex masks. But that only adds to the deliciousness. You still want to scratch all those doggies behind the ears, even if they are pointing cannons at you and enslaving humans. Cute widdle guys!

KAMANDI is what happens when you watch PLANET OF THE APES and then think, "Charlton Heston is a pussy. And what's with only having the post-apocolyptic world ruled by apes? How about some giant slave-trading snakes and sharks?" Then you draw a kid in a raft paddling away from the half-sunk Statue of Liberty, and everyone who reads it has to have a butthole replacement because their ASSES GET BLOWN OUT. That's how awesome it is.

I encourage everyone to visit their Local Comic Shop and purchase some KAMANDI for themsleves. Then change your freshly soiled undies, ladies and gents.

(If you don't enjoy it you have no soul and probably can not see your own reflection.)