I Think Women Choose To Hurt Themselves Because Victimhood Is The Only Way To Get What They Want In A

I think women choose to hurt themselves because victimhood is the only way to get what they want in a world that has already given them what they need.

They want more than the world is able to give, and throw tantrums because their body is the only thing the noose of their attention span is long enough to strangle.

BATMAN: Caped Crusader

1940s Gotham. Corruption infects the city from root to fruit and rises like the high tide to drown out the virtues of the judiciary, the jury, and justice with the fetid rot of the swamp that is high office and bad politics.

Draining the swamp is always a matter of principle for the men and women who, on principle, oppose the injustice rampant throughout Gotham. In the face of overwhelming odds, such men and women need a champion to represent, protect, and guide them through the troubled times to a just and righteous future.

These heroes of a progressive Gotham need Batman, the Caped Crusader, and for all of Batman: Caped Crusader’s flaws, being progressive is not one of them. Instead, Batman: Caped Crusader is a poor man’s version of Batman the Animated Series wearing the 1940s on its emaciated body like a poorly fitted, stupidly loud zoot suit.

Yes, Oswald Copplebot is now a gender-flipped version named Oswalda Copplebot. Sure, Renee Montoya has a lesbian date with Harley Quinn.

So what?

Gordon is black, but Bullock takes orders from him as if he were vanilla white.

Renee kisses Harley, and Harley leaves for the rest of the season.

Detective Flass is a black man and one of the worst people in Gotham.

Batman ‘batmans,’ Gotham ‘gothams,’ and Rupert Thorne orders acid thrown into Harvey Dent’s face.

Whoop de doo, zippadeedoda, hubba hubba hubba, who do you trust?

Me? I'm reviewing Batman for free.

Regardless of most critics’ views on the Caped Crusader’s progressive leanings, my biggest problem is how pointless everything was.

Batman fights villains, investigates crimes, and fights the police. It's all on the same bat time and the same bat channel. Batman fights the Gentleman Ghost, and it is not someone dressed up as a ghost. Batman makes an honest-to-god attempt to exorcize an English nobleman ghost who hates the poor. Not only did the whole episode feel pointlessly out of place in a reasonably gritty Gotham City, but warner bros wasted their chance to introduce a 1940s John Constantine instead of who I assume is Papa Midnight.

Batman: Caped Crusader only has bleached skin and hollow bones beneath its promises of progressive storytelling and diverse casting, starved for a story that weaves the mythos of the Dark Knight with an aspect of humanity’s struggle oversaturated with cliches.

Imagine a Bruce Wayne who has to craft his persona to blend in or capitalize on a wave of new ideas that threatens to tear down the breakwaters of a conservative America reeling from a bloody world war.

Follow the struggle of a Crusader who, intent at first on taking advantage of the possible benefits provided to someone who is an ‘ally’ of lesbians and the discriminated, comes to respect these lonely men and women fighting their crusade armed with their ideals for a better Gotham and truly becomes a Dark Knight fighting for a brighter future.

Witness the ray of hope that Batman brings to those who need a champion and how it inspires the cynics to risk their lives for something greater than themselves.

There was a story in Batman: Caped Crusader. There had to be a story; you can fry up potato skins all you want, but potato skins need cheddar cheese and bacon bits inside them. Unfortunately, the show was too busy frying up a skin of progressive lesbianism and diversity, forgot to fill that skin with anything worth chewing on, and fucked up the frying as well.

Shout out to the autistic who’s abilities have regressed as they’ve gotten older.

“You didn’t used to be like this when you were a kid.” I know please don’t remind me

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Flashback Friday: Originally Posted June 24th, 2020

I can feel like I've wasted my entire day even though I've got 10+ hours left in the day.

I know I'm not the only one who has this bizarre view on time. Does anyone one know why this happens?

Cardinal Richelieu and his cats by Charles Édouard Delort