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I Tend To Only Read Comics Written By Friends Or People I've Known. And I'm Not A Great Comic Reader.

In The World Of The Superheroes, Everything Had Value, Potential, Mystery. Any Person, Thing, Or Object Could Be Drafted Into Service In The Struggle Against Darkness And Evil - Remade As A Weapon Or A Warrior Or A Superhero. Even A Little Bee Named Michael - After God's Own Avenging Angel - Could Pitch In To Win The Battle Against Wickedness.

We Tell Our Children They're Trapped Like Rats On A Doomed, Bankrupt, Gangster-haunted Planet With Dwindling Resources, With Nothing To Look Forward To But Rising Sea Levels And Imminent Mass Extinctions, Then Raise A Disapproving Eyebrow When, In Response, They Dress In Black, Cut Themselves With Razors, Starve Themselves, Gorge Themselves, Or Kill One Another.

The Moon Is So Beautiful. It's A Big Silver Dollar, Flipped By God. And It Landed Scarred Side Up, See? So He Made The World.

Oh, Yes! Fill The Churches With Dirty Thoughts! Introduce Honesty To The White House! Write Letters In Dead Languages To People You've Never Met! Paint Filthy Words On The Foreheads Of Children! Burn Your Credit Cards And Wear High Heels! Asylum Doors Stand Open! Fill The Suburbs With Murder And Rape! Divine Madness! Let There Be Ecstasy, Ecstasy In The Streets! Laugh And The World Laughs With You!