Though we like to pall around with victims of corporate censorship, occupies a genre you might wish to enjoy from arm's length -- lest you be sucked into the world created by Dwyer & friends. Every page involves a toilet, sagging genitals, puke and drool, and a wild-eyed, frantic groping for sex, booze, and cruelty. (Some perspective: a letter to the artist thanks him for creating work that's more daring than sanitized cartoons like South Park and Beavis & Butthead.) The filth is so numbing that you might miss some of the more clever sequences, such as when an aging hippie privately abuses himself to the pictures on a box of Kashi, or when a hoodlum kicks Santa Claus in the nuts, then watches in fear as Santa laughs, his nuts growing larger and larger until they explode with presents. A true balance of witty commentary and shocking depravity is only achieved a few times, and only for very brief moments; the rest of the comix skew heavily toward gleeful excess.

After the jump: other Jesus-related comic books.

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