My congratulations to the Iraqi people on the occasion of the restoration of their national sovereignty. With a little luck, in sixty years you guys can be the Germans, a bunch of people we had to save from themselves who now resent the hell out of us for saving them. I kid, I kid; ponytail-wearing, techno-loving, pacifist Germans is waaay better than the bad old days when they tried to conquer the world every twenty years. As far as the Iraqis, I sincerely wish them nothing but the best; that said, no one commands American soldiers, sailors, airmen, and marines but an American. No one. Admiral Nimitz in the Pacific Theater of Operations, General Eisenhower in the European Theater of Operations, and only an American has ever been Supreme Allied Commander in the North Atlantic Treaty Organization.

Eternal City
One of the things I have never liked about comics is the proliferation of super science. If the Metropolis Police Department's S.C.U. has laser rifles and flying suits of armor, why exactly is it that armies still fight each other with bullets and diesel-powered tanks? Thus, in The Cloak's world, super science is pretty limited. There are a few superheroes flying around in armored suits (Mecha Man, The Gladiator, Archimedes, et al.) and several other science-based mystery men (Man of Science, Dr. Device, Zero Hour, et al.), but only one functional laser/raygun/blaster/energy weapon in the world, the weapon invented by The Mandarin. Now The Mandarin is an interesting case, because he is also one of the few mystery men to employ genuine magic. His armor, which makes his pretty much invulnerable, is mystical. It functions by the combination of a series of tattoos on his bady, the actual armor plates, and a series of chants in 16th century Mandarin. Of course, he only has the armor because he invented his energy weapon and decided to fight crime; seeing potential in the lad, The Cloak then introduced him to the previous Mandarin, by then quite aged, who inked him up, taught him the chants, and passed on the name. (Thus, an American by the name of Kevin MacGuinness is known as The Mandarin.)

Crap
Limp Bizkit (Never Girl actually owns some of this garbage.)

H-A-D
'Ey mon, have a rastafied day.