There is some solid political satire here with a smiling psychopath running for president against a corrupt old Nixonian type, but by volume 4 of Transmetropolitan the tone of the book was starting to get to me. The incessant threats to shot people with a bowl disruptor, the drug abuse, the filthiness, the extreme cynicism mixed with complete self-righteousness. I'm sure I will come back to the series at some point, but I could really use a Jane Austen novel after reading four volumes of this.