Make Atlantis Great Again
Three weeks ago, Aquaman, the King of Atlantis, began a personal evolution. It is not a coincidence that the transformation began right after meeting Trump, the strange orange-skinned surface dweller, during a peace summit.
In defense of Batman, he is not a racist. His creators are.
The Batman was in the thick of things. He was surrounded by six frightened African-American teenagers. They had just smashed a stolen car into the side of a building. He did not have time for this, not with the Joker on the other side of Gotham on an unhinged killing spree. Things were about to go from bad to worst.
He closed his eyes, grabbed the mic stand, dipping it, and crooned into the mic, his deep baritone boomed, “I’m not your mother, son. I’m just a cumberbund.” He wanted to stop, but as the adage goes, the show must go on, if’n you want to get paid. Fifteen years ago, he wrote this song on a dare, and it went on to become a huge hit. He still had payments on his second Mercedes, the ex-wife, not the car, so he continued to sing. The part of the crowd who cared, cheered as if their lives depended on it. The other 97% went on with their lives, staring dumbly at their phones.
“Half of me wants to punch you in your smug face.”
“Oh yeah? What does the other half of you want to do?”
“Uh, uh… not punch you?”
The sound of a switchblade and a motorbike.
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