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After the nuclear apocalypse, the remaining outposts of civilization will struggle to survive the horrors of atomic radiation, the collapse of social order, the onslaught of hideous mutants and vicious punk rockers, and of course Stupid Comics! https://misterkitty.net/extras/stupidcovers/stupidcomics959.html

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新ビデオ小説 デビルマン 誕生編 ~ Devilman: The Birth Light Novel Illustrations by Kazuo Komatsubara Credit is not needed, but is appreciated

[terebifunhouse]

mere a few manga titles Let's Anime would love to see localized and commercially available in English, as seen in our deep dive into the frustrated desires of manga fans!

[verymarykate]

The Orphans From Annie Teach You… How to Navigate Menopause

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my favorite part is not knowing if the rage is the hormones or the fascism but at least it's directed towards the fascism

[terebifunhouse]

mere a few manga titles Let's Anime would love to see localized and commercially available in English, as seen in our deep dive into the frustrated desires of manga fans!

[terebifunhouse]

this week Stupid Comics peers into the mysteries of the unknown and follows a team of "ghost seekers" as they crack a six hundred year old mystery and ruin everything for everybody! https://misterkitty.net/extras/stupidcovers/stupidcomics958.html

[oldshowbiz]

Shakey's Pizza Restaurant

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[terebifunhouse]

Mecha-May and Mew-Bot 5000 remind you to always wear your helmet when motorcycling through a hot 80s anime summer! https://youtu.be/oaUb6A6_wk8?si=CIhzg2M60ltIbY0F

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THE TICK THAT DREW THE MAP OF THE WEST June 28, 2026

So the longhorn was a garbage animal. Stringy, mean, half-feral, descended from Spanish cattle that had gone loose in the brush country for a couple centuries and bred for survival rather than meat. In Texas after the war it was worth maybe three or four dollars a head, because there were millions of them and nobody to eat them. The local market was Texans, and Texas was broke. Up in Chicago or New York the same animal was worth thirty, forty dollars, because the Union had spent four years eating its way through the eastern cattle supply and the cities were short on beef.

That spread is the whole engine of the cattle drive. You don't need a tick to explain why a man would walk a cow a thousand miles to multiply its value by ten. The arithmetic does it.

What the tick explains is the SHAPE.

Because the thing about the longhorn nobody in the romance mentions is that it was a carrier. Centuries in the brush had given it a shaky immune truce with Babesia bigemina, a protozoan that lived in its blood and rode around on a tick that dropped off into the grass wherever the herd went.

The longhorn itself looked fine. Walked fine, sold fine, butchered fine. But the cattle it walked past, the fat improved Midwestern stock that had never met the parasite, those animals would start pissing blood and die at a rate that touched nine in ten. The Texans, reasonably, refused to believe their healthy-looking cattle were doing it. They took it to the Supreme Court in 1877 and won, on the entirely correct observation that their cows weren't sick. The cows weren't sick. The cows were Typhoid Mary.

(The disease disappeared every winter, too, north of a certain latitude, which baffled everybody for thirty years until somebody worked out that the tick just froze to death up there, no vector, no disease, the whole thing seasonal in a way that made it look like a moral judgment on Texas cattle specifically. It wasn't anybody's leading hypothesis that an insect was committing the murders. The leading hypothesis for a while was that the longhorns were poisoning the grass.)

So now run the two facts together. The cow is worth ten times more up north. The cow kills every other cow it passes on the way up north. What do you get?

You get a line.

You get a bunch of lines, actually. Quarantine lines, drawn and redrawn by Missouri and Kansas legislatures and eventually by the federal government, declaring that Texas cattle could not cross at all, or could only cross in winter when the tick was dead, or could only cross by rail if they were going straight to slaughter and never touched dirt that a local cow might later stand on. Missouri shut its border. Farmers formed Vigilance Committees (which is a polite nineteenth-century way of saying armed men) and turned the herds back at gunpoint. Kansas banned Texas cattle outright in 1885. And every one of those legal and shotgun-enforced lines was a wall the drive had to find a gate in.

The gate was the railhead.

This is the part that rewires the map. The famous cattle town (Abilene, Dodge City, Wichita, Ellsworth, the whole gunfighter pantheon) is not a town that grew up around ranching or water or gold or a river crossing. It's a point where the trail coming up out of the quarantine zone touched a railroad that could take the cow east to the slaughterhouse without it walking through anybody's protected pasture.

Abilene gets invented basically from scratch in 1867 by a man named Joseph McCoy who looked at the map, found a spot on the Kansas Pacific that was far enough WEST that the trail in from Texas could swing around the settled farm country and its quarantine, and built stockyards there. The town is a loading dock. The cowboy at the end of the trail, in the saloon, shooting the place up: he is a longshoreman who has just finished a shift, and the shift was getting the cargo to the one point where it could legally change from hooves to wheels.

And the cargo had to keep moving west precisely because the tick kept the settled east closed. As Kansas farmers spread and the quarantine line marched west with them, the railhead had to march west too. Abilene to Ellsworth to Wichita to Dodge, each town flaring up and dying back as the line of legal infection-free transfer slid across the state. The towns weren't competing on amenities. They were competing on being the current solvent point in a chemistry problem about where a tick could and couldn't survive the trip.

(Dodge City lasts longest because it's furthest out, last to get caught by the advancing farms, sitting out where the quarantine couldn't reach it yet. Its whole mythological career (Wyatt Earp, Boot Hill, the Long Branch) is a few years long and happens because of an agricultural-settlement frontier creeping toward it at the speed of homesteading. When the farms arrive, the party's over. The party was always a function of the farms not having arrived.)

So the geography of the Wild West, which towns exist and why they're where they are and why they boom for five years and empty out and why the trail bends where it bends, is not topography and not destiny and not the romance of open range.

It's the intersection of a price differential and a quarantine map. The price differential said go north. The quarantine map, drawn by the tick, said you may only go north HERE, and HERE, and now not there anymore, here. The cow drew the route and the parasite drew the borders and the men with the guns were just enforcing a public-health regime they didn't know was a public-health regime.

And it all gets zeroed out, eventually, the same way these things always do, not by a hero but by a logistics upgrade. They build the Kansas City stockyards and the packing plants, and then the rail net gets dense enough that the cow doesn't have to walk to the train at all, the train comes to the cow. Refrigerated cars mean you slaughter in Chicago and ship the meat instead of the animal. The long drive, the trail town, the whole apparatus that existed only to get a tick-bearing animal across a quarantine line to a loading point, it just stops being necessary, and the gunfighter towns settle down into being ordinary Kansas, dry and flat and law-abiding, within about a decade of their own legend.

The cattle tick itself they finally beat in 1943, dipping every cow in the South in arsenic for forty years to break the lifecycle. Nobody made a movie about the dipping vats.

Same as it ever was.

[terebifunhouse]

Who knew the 21st century was going to be such a disaster? TV 21, that's who! Thrill to adventures in the self-inflicted doom-laden world to come this week at Stupid Comics! https://misterkitty.net/extras/stupidcovers/stupidcomics957.html

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It Bites To Be So Evil!

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absolutely had these as a kid. Perfect packaging, perfect product, perfect in every way

[fujikosouvenir]

巨神ゴーグ Giant Gorg (1984) promotional poster - art by Yoshikazu Yasuhiko

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[terebifunhouse]

Shotaro Ishinomori hairstyle: before and after his "huge hair" days

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The Pleasure Seekers,

an all-girl group with visual and audio appeal, swing through a number during opening last night at The Friars. From left: organist Arlene Fenn; lead singer Suzi Quatro; drummer Darline Arnone; bass guitarist Pammi Benford; and lead guitarist Paett Quatro. They're booked for two weeks. Photo by Frank Lennon, Toronto Star, Canada.

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