Ross, Ben, you’ve done it again with the second installment of 2048. This mag is a working class stiff’s dream come true. I wouldn’t be surprised if unions everywhere didn’t back this comic. The mere fact that George Dubya has teamed up with Wal-Mart to create a futuristic hellhole where the elite people are controlled by a drug known as Happinol is a liberal tree hugger’s wet dream. If this were made into a movie I’d be looking for Snake Pliskin to join in the merriment of the punks. If you guys put one of the punks in a Dickies shirt, I won’t ever get the smile to pull away from my ears. The references to everything in today’s yuppie marketplace are right on, from the Hummers to The John Tesh and David Hasselhoff Experience on Wal-Disney TV. Don’t get me wrong, I think Teshi, as Triumph the Comic Insult Dog calls him, has the ability to laugh at himself, but his music still sucks. I’m not even going to give the story lineup because I want all the readers to go fetch a copy of this fine comic. Let me close by saying this comic is one of my favorite ever and it makes me feel better about the topic of my column in this issue. (Working Class Zero, PO BOX 1733, Binghamton, NY 13902, http://www.workingclasszero.com/)