Its best to start with the most obvious name on this list, beloved creator Frank Miller, the guy who wrote Sin City and 300. Miller got his real start with superheroes, penning Daredevil Born Again and The Dark Knight Returns and was lauded for his work in the 80s. It’s not clear at what point in time Miller decided to become a raving fascist lunatic but if you go back and look through some of his most famous work you can see that all the elements for an all-expense paid trip to ku klux krazy town are there.
It took years for Miller’s political views to percolate into a warm simmering pot of seething racism and insanity it is today. 300 is probably the most prominent example of his early racism, what the portrayal of the Persians and all, but you can see it scattered about his general work like offensive little breadcrumbs. It wasn’t until after 9/11 that Miller completely snapped (or came out of the crazy closet, Im not sure which) openly demonizing Muslims, culminating in the publication of his work Holy Terror, which is a comic featuring a poorly disguised Batman analog who goes around terrorizing “terrorists”. If you’re the type of person who likes to watch comic-themed train wrecks in action, you can read equally offensive rants from him on his blog which serves as a veritable landfill of his opinions on world events and is bursting with quotable gems like Miller’s claim that the Occupy movement “is nothing but a pack of louts, thieves, and rapists, an unruly mob, fed by Woodstock-era nostalgia and putrid false righteousness”. Stay classy Frank.
It’s hard to talk about Loebs descent into madness because it starts in real tragedy. Loeb is the writer of several acclaimed comics including Batman: The Long Halloween, Superman for All Seasons and the Marvel color series. He also was a lead writer on Smallville and Heroes. The problems for Loeb started when his son was diagnosed with terminal cancer. In 2005, Sam Loeb sadly passed away and Jeff has, understandably, never been the same since. Before I go on, let me clarify that Jeff has every right to be devastated by the passing of his son.
Not even a hug from Superman could make this less sad.
I don’t blame him at all for the way he’s reacted but I can and do blame whoever has let the man continue to make comics. The true crazy surrounding Loeb is really about why anyone in the industry still lets him work on projects when it’s clear how much that tragedy consumed his life. Loeb has been juxtaposing Sam into every book he can since his death, from making him the inspiration for Clark Kent becoming Superman to having him take the place of Dick Rider as kid Nova. No one can ride the dick like Rich, not anyone. Loeb has continued to make more and more absolutely irrational decisions in the years following Sam’s death including writing Ultimatum which was remarkable because marked the first time a literal piece of human feces was sold as literature. He also drove the aforementioned Heroes series into the dirt following the first season, climaxing the show with a circus-themed story arc all over everyone’s faces. He then went on to remove all joy from Avengers: Earths Mightiest Heroes by stripping its plot away leaving it naked, defiled and canceled since he apparently believes children cannot understand narrative storylines.Luckily he gave us Ultimate Spider-Man in its place, the only cartoon more insulting to the collective human species’ intelligence than Annoying Orange. As I said, I don’t blame Loeb but why the name of all that is holy does Marvel keep giving this man work? He is quickly on his way to becoming a super villain. He must be stopped.
Unrelated but just as painful
Steve Ditko is best known to the common public as the guy who drew Spider-man for Stan Lee. Maybe. A lot of people seem to think Stan drew Spidey too. Like all things pertaining to Lee’s input in the Marvel method creative process; however, it’s likely that Ditko had a lot more to do with the initial characterization and development of Peter Parker than Lee would like to let on. Ditko has become more and more reclusive over the years and now lives basically as a hikkikomori, presumably spending most of his time cuddling with his Ayn Rand hug pillow and jerking it to particularly cum encrusted copy of Atlas Shrugged. Yes, Ditko and Ayn have been involved in a passionate love affair for decades now and his love for her is evident in basically everything he’s done since the sixties. After leaving Spider-man for no apparent reason, as Ditko was oft want to do on projects, he created the character Mr. A who is the Question but written by a crazy person. Since Mr. A is completely creator owned by Ditko, he differs primarily from Vic Sage in that he’s a rant-spewing John Galt-esque mary sue whose entire series is just a Fountainhead fanfiction about how all things are either good or evil with no grey area.
Ditko has been working on the Mr. A character since the 60s but almost everything he’s written since is riddled with the same stench of Rand. Mr. A just tends to be the most absurd expression of Ditkos Ayn-boner since it’s completely unmoderated by reason and editorial process. It features diatribes on how criminals are inherently evil from birth and how people on welfare are dirty, lazy thieves. Ditko may be one of the greatest artists in comic history but that doesn’t mean he’s not absolutely insane.
Contrary to the other nut-jobs on this list, Alan Moore and Grant Morrison are not actually insane but rather time-traveling inter-dimensional space wizards whose rivalry is so intense it tears the fabric of reality itself which is why they merely seem insane to those of us sadly incapable of magic.
Alan Moore does a lot of LSD and got married to two hot ladies at once because his wizardry made polygamy legal in a 500 foot radius around him. He also has a bitchin beard. He hates modern comic books because he’s doesn’t like all the dirty muggles writing them these days and messing them up. More than all the filthy mudbloods on the planet, Moore hates muggle-loving Morrison for accepting them into the Sequential School of Art and Wizardry. Another spell he’s particularly fond of casting is hypocritum, which allows him to magically criticize other writers for things like making mature cape comics, seeing as he’s certainly never written a superhero comic aimed at adults ever.
Grant Morrison also does a lot of LSD but also a lot of shrooms and mescaline and basically everything. Unlike Moore who keeps to himself and actually tries to hide his wizardry from the common folk from time to time, Grant used the hypersigil he developed in the Invisibles to bring a gender-swapped version of himself into existence and then married her. Even Alan can’t say he married himself. While Alan may hate Grant, Grant apparently doesn’t care, which is unsurprising considering how incredibly high he is at all times. Also, he presumably has bigger things to worry about, like getting abducted by aliens again.
Basically what I’m trying to say is that Alan is Salazar Slytherin and Grant is Godric Griffindor. If you need any more proof, just look at the fact that Alan worships a snake. Harry Potter is not fiction; it’s a cleverly disguised documentary of the comic book industry’s development since the late 70s.