I laughed out loud at this one, perhaps because of the linguistic parallel construction.
More on The Colored Negro Black Comic Book by Sid Jacobson and Ernie Colon.
Note: in the comic strip tradition all the words in the strip are in capitals, but for readability, I’ve deigned to write in standard English. Also the words that are in bold in the strip are in red in this text.
Page 2, Panel 1: Young woman: Oh, Aunt Mother Eartha, my husband has been out of work for months – with no job in sight… Page 2, Panel 2: (Shot of the coffee pot, young woman’s hand pouring java into Eartha’s cup) Young woman: – our unemployment checks stopped coming, the welfare payments are low, our bills keep climbing-
Page 3, Panel 1: Young woman: -my son’s lost heart and is fighting the system – taking dope rioting…. Page 3, Panel 2: Young woman (on sofa, in background): – my daughter’s pregnant again and her husband lost his job- oh – oh –ooh
Maybe they would have stopped this guy, in a darkened room, after a gas canister had been set off, if they were Navy SEALS, or something.
I’ve never been to a midnight, opening night showing of a movie. I’ve gone to premieres, though, and I do know what cinematic anticipation feels like. There’s just something about seeing something before almost anyone else that provides an unusual sense of satisfaction. Your view of the film is not colored by what everyone else says.