Quite apart from its sadistic groove, the imagination expressed in comic books is mechanical rather than in any way creative. For instance, in a jungle book with the subtitle "THE JUNGLE GIRL," the "Satanic Dr. Zanzere . . . transplants a pair of bat's wings on a tiger." The rest of this book is the usual parade of invitation to sadistic perversion, race hatred and violence for violence's sake.
What about the "emotional release" a child is supposed to get according to the defenders of the comic-book industry? One story concludes with a close-up of a fist holding a gun and these words:
"A gentle squeeze of the trigger and the last breath of life will be squeezed out Nyoka! Read on for Part Three of 'The Treasure of the Tiger's Paw.'"