Since precisely nobody has ever asked me my opinion on What’s Wrong with Superhero Stories These Days, here it is:
TOO FUCKING MUCH.
It’s all too fucking much.
What makes a superhero interesting is LIMITS.
Dear Humans of America,
I am hereby formally announcing my intention to run for President of whatever’s left of the United States of America in four years.
I’ll be eating my oatmeal, doing situps and pushups and jogging every day just…
“Trumpphone. Speak, loser.”
“Donald! You doing OK?”
“Because you seem upset.”