I emerge from seclusion to emit a Nelson Muntz-esque "HAW HAW!" in the general direction of the Comics Code Authorty, which finally died a long overdue death earlier this week as DC and Archie comics decided to stop paying for the "privilege" of the Code's seal of good clean family values on dead teenagers and all-American squeaky-clean teens, respectively.
The most secretive of agencies, even a die-hard comic nut like myself had no idea what really went on in the CCA offices. I've always pictured a dusty, sepia-toned warehouse office filled with mean old ladies wielding red pencils and "CENSORED" stamps. And feeding comics into the furnace on their cofee breaks, of course. In recent years, I can only imagine that it was a one man operation, rubber-stamping whatever came through the door to keep the membership dues rolling in. Since the Code started as a way to put EC Comics out of business and was generally seen as setting comics art back for decades, I'll shed no tears for the Comics Code Authority.
Updated 1/24/11: Looks like the Comics Code Authority has been defunct since at least 2009 and was just cashing the checks without reviewing the comics for several years before that.