A lot has happened during this series' unplanned four-month hiatus. Most important to mention: I ... moved to Minneapolis. After 19 years in New York City. And now Minneapolis is in chaos, because of the government, this despotic administration, and the evil actions of a goof troop Gestapo. All that's happening, mind you, in the wake of us committing war crimes against Venezuela, and in the run-up to (?) America ... invading Greenland? To what end? Jesus Christ, these wannabe Nazis can't even keep America from falling apart. Y'all really want to run — I mean ruin — three whole countries, huh?
I mention all of this because there's a vocal subset of G.I. Joe collectors who ... think all of this is really cool. Because, I don't know, they get to see real tactical gear and weapons ... on the bodies of undertrained Barney Fifes as they slip and fall and/or are humiliated by regular Joes. These baby-brained men pay so little attention to the actual characters that constitute G.I. Joe, they actually think Flint and Lady Jaye would respect Donald fucking Trump's dementia-addled whims. They think Roadblock would finish up his lunch of tasty arepas and then throw the chef into an unmarked van. They think Bazooka would shoot a mom in the face. These idiots really threaten to ruin this whole franchise for me, to the point where I wasn't even sure I could or even should pick up where I left off in September (when things were just horrifically bad and not Civil War bad),