Ever get that annoying co-worker banging on about expenses or his love of Jordan Peterson books? Well, simply smash him right in the bracket and then go to your boss and claim you are under “emotional stress” due to some kid dying and thus get off with it. It’s well worth a go, especially if you co-worker looks like a kiddie fiddler, which Winslow clearly is.
John Wagner and Alan Grant examine Judge on Judge violence and Ron Smith draws a shit robot.
WHAT’S IT ALL ABOUT (IN ONE SENTENCE)?:
Dredd is on the carpet for smacking an accountant.
WHO’S THAT IN THE HELMET?:
Judge Winslow gets a couple of teeth knocked out for not picking up on subtle social signals to shut the fuck up.
Chief Judge Hilda McGruder goes surprisingly easy on Dredd.
Judge Morphy has apparently squealed on Dredd’s doubts. What a cunt.
McGruder is back to her red pads.
WHAT THE DROKK?:
There’s a portrait of Jurgen Griffin in McGruder’s office, which seems odd considering he ended the war as a traitor.
The mother shouts “My God!” instead of “My Grud!”.
Bonnie Crickle’s parents are fucking shocking. They negligently allow their child to walk into a chem pit, and then aren’t watching her when she runs into the road. They should change their name to McCann.
WHAT’S THE ART LIKE?:
A circle panel warms the heart and the look of the Crickle girl is sufficiently horrific.
HOW MANY LINKS?:
This is quite a heart-warming story as Dredd takes pity on some law fearing citizens (that’s a key point there) and their robotic abomination of a child. The tragic ending and the sudden realisation that he can’t solve everything adds to his doubts and gives the man some humanity. This is a real development for the character and thus deserving of five links.