Thirteen years ago, the 107th began as a love letter to Steve Rogers; when the time comes, it will end as one. This is not that time, and this is not that end. It is an abeyance. Why?
Jack Kirby, the Jewish man who created the abiding joy of my heart, created Captain America as nothing less than a golem for the Jewish people — to shield them and to avenge them when the entire world turned traitor and craven. Once more, this ugly world is frothing red-foam at the mouth with Judenhass, and there is no reason to celebrate anything, much less amidst such monstrous treachery.
Out of respect for the late Mr. Kirby, the 107th has been decommissioned until further notice.
Happy birthday to Steve Rogers, the last Adonis, the brightest and most beloved star. You have been my sweetest dream; you are the most golden of all.
