A fun bit of drama lately seems to be found in the release of the first “Rippaverse” comic, the much ballyhooed and revered result of a $3M kickstarter.
Of course, it turns out that making a loudmouthed, token RW black the face of your movement isn’t the best idea if you want to entice customers on quality. His writing? Garbage. Story? Uninspiring, flavorless, and boring. It’s long, at least, but overall the costumes are bland, the characters are meh, and the women are mannish. The main character bounces to and fro like a pinball gently sliding down a gradient, readers hoping he at least hits a paddle so something happens.
But….he’s black.
So the the fully, utterly expected result comes to pass: Nobody can admit that this comic, a piece of work constantly held up as proof of the successful anti-woke economy, is basically published to muted disappointment. Nobody can break ranks and be honest about how it sucks, lest they incur the fervent, angry fury of boomercon nerds-turned-niggerlovers.