Always a blatant allegory for life in the 1970s, Howard The Duck’s Presidential run circa 1976 is a rare example of him actively trying to…  Well, to DO much of anything.  The malaise of the Carter era permeates Howard’s adventures, but his overt political commentary as the leader of the All-Night Party reaches right over into the realm of “pointed.”  As with so many of HtD’s tales, it sort of peters out and moves on to the next thing, but for one, brief shining moment, it was possible to watch a foul-mouthed waterfowl with a cigar tell us exactly what was wrong with our society.

And it was glorious.

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Once upon a time, there was a young nerd from the Midwest, who loved Matter-Eater Lad and the McKenzie Brothers... If pop culture were a maze, Matthew would be the Minotaur at its center. Were it a mall, he'd be the Food Court. Were it a parking lot, he’d be the distant Cart Corral where the weird kids gather to smoke, but that’s not important right now... Matthew enjoys body surfing (so long as the bodies are fresh), writing in the third person, and dark-eyed women. Amongst his weaponry are such diverse elements as: Fear! Surprise! Ruthless efficiency! An almost fanatical devotion to pop culture! And a nice red uniform.

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