Another shooting. It is the norm now. I think America is broke. We are a broken country with little to no regard to anyone. We are constantly killing each other because…well, I don’t know. We just do. We just keep killing each other and pray. We pray that it will end and condemn violence. But let a day or two pass and we are back at it again, killing each other then praying for it to end. Rinse and repeat.
All kids dream of becoming a superhero. We want to be Superman or Batman. Some folks want to be Ironman or Captain America. No little kid ever exclaims they want to be a super villain. While being the villain is awesome, it’s nothing like being the hero in the movie that gets you going. You save the city and you get the girl. How awesome is that!? I on the other hand, want to be a villain. I want to be the one causing havoc and destroying the city. I want to have the superhero fighting me. I want to be the one that people cower in fear when they see me approach. It could have happened. I could have became a super villain… and I woulda got away with it, too, if it weren’t for you meddling kids!
I like to blog about things that happen in my life. It’s what I do. This is a random encounter I had and made me question the people on the road begging for money. I like to think of myself as a good person. I really want to help people. I may come across as an asshole and such but I really am a nice guy, even if I am easily confused. While that has no relation to this story, I wanted to throw that out there. That bitch can die. You never and I mean never ask someone if they are medically or mentally disabled in anyway. It just isn’t right and quite frankly, it’s an invasion of privacy. Again, that side note has nothing to do with the story at hand. I just wanted to throw it out there cause that lady pissed me off and I don’t care if a bus ran her over, killing her and disposing this world of a terrible and heartless bitch. After saying I am good person, I go off and say that. Meh. To the story…
I have been pestered by people about this movie. They would go on and on about how great this movie is. How funny and original it is. I never cared to see this movie. I didn’t listen to the critics or people from work about the greatness of this flick. I shrugged it off about went about my way to do more important things. Things that are more important than watching a movie about a man in a red spandex suit. But I did take the plunge and dropped the six dollars (thanks, U-Verse) and watched the movie. Continue reading
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