As much as I, for the most part, appreciate my acquaintances in the comic industry, it’s sometimes hard to be around them because, invariably, their worship of white-bread colonialism always will come up and, invariably, cause so many untenable problems. It’s one of the reasons that I was so relived to be back at Thunderbird Casino, 15700 E. State Highway 9 in Norman, for the Third Annual IndigeNerd Native Comic-Con.
It’s too bad, however, that such a good idea like this has apparently turned to dust in the wind, like so many unburdened souls after a Thanos-esque finger-snap.