We've already seen many of the Top Clues You're in a Silver Age Justice League story: Notsoinanimation, Marshalation, Super-Spinning, Serialocution, & Strange-Compellification.
But those lofty and rarefied concepts are now joined by a clue so raw and visceral that it slaps you in the face like a steaming kielbasa. Ironically, it has nothing to do with the JLAers themselves....
It's their foes. They're butt ugly.
Now, I'm not talking about Drama Scarring, the external facial damage that mars otherwise normal or handsome features, serving as a metaphor for toll life can take on the soul. Two-Face, Dr. Doom, the Joker, the Phantom of the Opera -- their horrific appearances are the scars of tragedy, anti-merit badges that make their bearers larger than life.
No, I'm talking about the mundane, soul-sucking ugliness of the waders in the gene pool's shallow end, the losers in the DNA lottery. The foes of the Silver Age Justice League are knob-kneed, weak-chinned, bug-eyed, spindly-armed, melon-headed, pencil-necked freaks of nature. Whether ranine, vulpine, murine, meleagrine, or serpentine, their distressingly repulsive features sicken you as much as their vile deeds; ellos son los feos en el amo. They are the personifications of
Theirs are not the faces of supervillains; they are the faces of the pedestrian banes of our daily lives: The Trigonometry Teacher, the DMV Supervisor, the Plumbing Contractor, the Biochem TA, the Deli Butcher, the French waiter. They wear, not colorful costumes, but business suits, labcoats, drab overalls, and monochromatic unitards. They seldom have any instrinsic powers, relying on alien gadgets, "strange forces", and elaborate schemes.
The Silver Age foes of the Justice League, with their enlarged nostrils, cheesy moustaches, blackened eyebags, and bushy eyebrows represent our true fears. In real life, seldom do we lie awake, worried that "evil" will overwhelm "good"; we know that most people will usually behave "good" because they know that the preservation of a well-ordered, safe society is in their own best interests.
Our real fears are that our lives will be tedious, not fabulous. That the colorful, splendid, and optimistic will be overcome by the petty, the tedious, and the embittered. That those without our gifts or talents will squelch us, control us, neuter us with their social gadgetry, strange political forces, and elaborate bureacracies. Our real fear is that the very "well-ordered safe society" that makes people be good will be taken over by the hidebound and narrowminded, who will stamp out the outstanding, no matter how selfless or virtuous they may be.
Or maybe Sekowski could only draw ugly people; who can say?