JOLTIN JOHNNY'S BORED.

It might be impossible to believe, but it's true.  Yer Uncle Jolty is sick to death of talking about his own bad self.  The mind reels. 

So, instead of once again confirming your theories concerning his greatness, HimWhat Jolts is gonna tell you about the greatness of Jason " The Atomic Bomb of Awesome" Latour. 

What can your Uncle J say about Mr Ja-La?  Well, not only does the man have to presence of mind to look like a young beatnik Lee Marvin, he's, also, what is known around the funny-book watercooler as a bad mamma jamma with a no.2. 

Jazzy J's art is minimalism and power and sometimes spooky as hell.  Birthed from the sticky sweetness of Toth and suckled on the twin teets of Kyle Baker and Jorge Zaffino, it's cartooning at it's finest. 

Joltin' Johnny compels you.  Git thee to a funny-book shop post-haste and throw down your hard-earned on any of his saddle-stitched wonders.  If you aren't converted, instantly, to the way of the Jay-Bomb, your Uncle Jolty might have to choke you out. 

JOLTIN JOHNNY'S GOT THE TWIT!

That's right, my little darlings.  Yer Uncle Jolty has taken another bold step into the present.  Watch the Twitter world tremble. 

It comes as a shock, I know, but when Baby Jesus gave us the Raptural Reprieve, yer strappin' Uncle J took it as a sure sign from the rolly polly bundle of salvation that the Joltin Johnny global presence just wasn't global enough.  In his infinite wisdom, the Lamb o' the Lord saw the near impossibility of entering the Kingdom of Heaven with a low JJQ (Joltin Johnny Quotient) and put the breaks on the hosts of Hell until I, his humble Joltin' servant, spreads the good word. 

The learn the sacred handshake and super secret knock follow @himwhatjolts.  The Pearly Gates await. 

JOLTIN' JOHNNY DOESN'T GET TO DRAW MUCH THESE DAYS...

He's just too dang busy slingin' ink over the work of others.  Conan ain't gonna ink hisself.

But every now and then, yer Uncle Jolty gets to shake off the rust and do a bit of doodlin'.  Last week the light of the Lord shown down on us all, and that very thing happened.  Behold, chillins.  A shiny new Joltin' Johnny masterwork.

If the stars stay aligned, there should be more comin'.  Who said God was dead?