This book appears to be written for 13 year old boys high on caffeine and Super-Cool. It was written for the part of us that like blurred-out swear words, implied nudity, breasts, blood, and some PG-13 gore.

It's for the men in the crowd.

And still, it's a paltry example of what it used to be. Of the cool that left when Huston and Finch left the book. And what we're left with is something similar to Bruce Jones on Incredible Hulk or Chuck Austen on anything.

Utter crap. Worthless writing that goes nowhere. Characters that mean nothing to no one. And people trying to act cooler than they are.

The whole plot of the book finds the Black Spectre (supposedly a great villain of Moon Knight, even though he's had all of none) going to great lengths for the world to see the falsehood of Moon Knight and accept him with their love. Somehow, he is using nannites (or mini-bugs or some such idiot crap that the 90s introduced to comics right around the time of Clone Sagas, Chromium, and nude variants) to gain their trust and is going to show them that he is a hero.

Even though he looks like an Executioner.

Marc Spector (Jake Lockley, Steven Grant, Moon Knight, The Fist of Khonshu) is whining and moaning still, after 19 issues, of his broken bones and aching knees, and of course, injects himself with cortisone or morphine and gets up to fight Black Spectre.

It ends in about 3 pages. He gets up, is in a high-tech Moon Knight-mobile or something, and then he's at the Initiative party where they are putting the people behind the scenes on display, in 60 ft tall holograms with enhanced breasts that just about every secretary or administrative assistant has in the Marvel Universe. Again, whatever.

Moon Knight enacts the vengeance of Khonshu for some unexplained reason on Black Spectre and murders him by throwing him off a roof. Completely in his right mind, correct? We then catch up with all the ancillary characters you probably don't have time to care about (Marlene, the Moon-copter pilot guy, the guy who sees everything about everybody, the driver/drug dealer guy, Count Dooku) and boom, the issue ends with Bushmaster/Khonshu acting like he belongs in the film version of Miami Vice next to a boring plot and Jamie Foxx acting tough and swearing for no reason.

And I'm a guy who swears. And the swearing in this book is incessant. Unnecessary. Wasteful. Just plain dumb.

So this will be my last tango with Moon Knight for the time being. I don't care that Werewolf by Night, one of my all-time favorite comic characters is in the next issue. I don't care that the next arc is entitled the Death of Marc Spector. I just simply don't care.

Here you go Marvel, here's free advice. Find a regular team on this book that can kick ass similar to Huston and Finch (like say, I don't know, Chuck Dixon and Doug Mahnke) and give them the reins to the book. Make it something COMPLETELY different. Or just embrace the character either as a Skrull or in the MAX-verse alongside his angrier and cooler counterpart the Punisher and make the book better. For now, I am signing off this character until I see something of interest again. And not a moment sooner.