Every single human emotion and feeling can be found in a single panel of Garth Ennis and John McCrea's wonderful Hitman comic. Sure, it was comic full of dopey machismo bullshit, but there was also love, pain, joy, regret, triumph and despair for Tommy Monaghan and his pals.
And every time I think about the people who have been prolonging this pandemic, or profiting off it, or just plain denying the reality of the past two years, and how most of them will never face a real reckoning for their absolute, this is the panel that comes to mind.
Of course, Tommy has just shot his evil father after the old fuck murdered his city, so his pissed off is a whole other level, but the sentiment can be universal.
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