Lately I've been doing a lot of soul-searching, asking a lot of important, heavy questions about my life and what I'm doing with it. Answers were few and far between... until this morning. When I woke up this morning, I finally realized why I was so existentially unhappy. I now know what I need to do.
I need to stop reading DC Comics. They suck.
Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman... Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter, Aquaman... they've all failed me. (Well, maybe not Aquaman). Everybody dies, and then isn't dead, or they fight, and then they're buddies, or something. It's all so juvenile.
Not like Marvel Comics.
They're so much more mature and realistic: Their heroes face REAL problems and REAL emotions! Captain America died and he stayed DEAD. So that's it. I'm joining The Merry Marvel Marching Society. I've been standing straighter and walking prouder all morning as I've carted my DC comic books to the trash.
To celebrate, here's a sketch of one of Marvel's greatest anti-heroes, direct from the grim-and-gritty late 1980's: Venom. EXCELSIOR!