This was done for Roadkill's This-Week Jam, a weekly exercise where participating artists draw a character chosen at random at the beginning of the week, from a pool of previously submitted ideas from the members as a group.

I shivered in me boots when Superman's name fell like lead out of the hat as the jam topic for the week. I've drawn this guy one thousand times, nine-hundred and ninety of those in elementery school (he was one of the first pair of characters I ever draw, to my knowledge- the other being Spider-Man - and both being done in colored chalk on the brick porch of my childhood home in Westwood, California) and I tell you, I've never gotten him right, and I never will. I either draw him too Greek, too anal, too roided out, too gay or some combination of all of those. For this week, I just decided to toy around with one of two favorite interpretations of the character, the other being the Kingdom COme elder Superman. This version, however, is the one we sometimes see being lampooned in semi-seriousness in post-modern superhero comics: the manipulated, childlike musclebound living weapon being spun in circles, filled with nationalistic propaganda, and pointed at the enemies of the state. When done in farce, it's an easily recognizable American psychology, a la Martial Law or my own one-time spoof, SuperStructure. And when done seriously, it can be a vivid and ominous theme in adult comics, particularly in our current geopolitical climate, in books like Cla$$War.

Anyway, this is my take on the character: the costume of the Kingdom COme Superman, in the body of a simple-minded, easily-manipulated earstwhile farmboy linebacker. Naive, well-meaning and dangerous.