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Houston, rejoice! It is once more Valen-Tine Day, where you may place your gestures of fealty at my feet as your one and only ruler, Zod. It calls for some special poetry: Roses are red. […]

People of Houston. Zod is here, to tell you that the State of the Union is irrelevant, for you are all my servants. A brief poem: Fancy, the bowing head For if yours is not […]

MORTALS. It is I. This week Zod has discovered the Tweeter. It amuses him, and provides an outlet for his poetry: Go to the Tweeter and follow Zod, or die, as you deserve to! And […]

People of Houston! Here I offer a vaguely threatening statement of your imminent demise, and then proclaim my identity, General Zod! First, a poem: Roses are Red. Violets are Blue. Eye lasers are pretty. You […]

Houston-bound miscreants, it is I, General Zod. First, some poetry. General Zod has no equal in tailors His eye lasers true buttock impalers So sexy in gloss black All the ladies have heart attacks When […]

Houstonians, behold, I grace you with a new year. It is I, General Zod. You are correct in your typically misplaced human assumptions, I have decided to give you more advice in this new year. […]

Weak fleshy sacks of body, General Zod is here to mop the floor of your brains, literally and figuratively. As another year of my dominance comes to an end, Zod will kick back and take […]

Assorted Car-El singers and holly hangers, once again it is your bearded lord, General Zod. Let us begin Zod’s weekly trouncing of the questions of your peers. Mike Curtis wrote: Have you ever met Mr. […]

Foolish cattle, it is I, General Zod, here to deal with your epistolary treachery. Let us begin. General Zod, I’ve heard of a name called Black Zero. Have you ever come across a such a […]

Turkey-stuffed fools, General Zod is here once more to mash your leftovers and spread them like the butter of hate while answering your questions on life, the nature of the universe, and what number rebar […]