The latest edition of the North Las Vegas Activity Guide is sure to produce nightmares, what with the apparition of a stuffed gargoyle apparently meant to resemble the city's mascot, MetroSexual Max, leering from the front cover.
If that isn't enough to cow citizens from signing up for a class or two, the prospect of reading the latest adventure of Max will surely complete the task. This issue finds Max, the sorry product of the Clark County School System, unable to muster the reading skills necessary to interpret the Guide and mistakenly signing up for a class targeted at 3 year-olds.
To add to the cognitive dissonance, it is nearly impossible to determine the most disturbing aspect of the final panel. Is the frightening image of Max's mother being so dysfunctional that she can't tell the difference between a 3 and a 13 year-old? Or that she would dress Max in such an outlandish outfit, making him the obvious target for every gender-confused bully at school? Or could it be the horror of the young fellow in the foreground, who, instead of having his head removed by a speeding soccer ball, will soon choke on the carapace of a large beetle?
Or is it simply the prospect that somewhere, somehow, Max actually HAS a mother, all three hundred pounds of her, stuffed into brightly colored spandex, smoking through a case of cigs a day as she waits in line down at the local payday loan store for some fast cash to pay off her bar tab?
Perhaps I've just been reading too much Comics Curmudgeon lately.
Just when you thought it was safe to open the 
The City Council will be unveiling the tyke to the left as their new kid-friendly logo for Parks and such at a 
