starting at an early age
3 years ago
starting at an early age
3 years agoBeing ridiculously evil (and super good-looking) isn’t the only reason I want to be a supervillain. Dad told me had to get a job or he’d cut off college, and there are no jobs! The unemployment rate in America hasn’t been this bad since WWII with over 11.1 million Americans trying to find work. Finding an opening is… beyond cheesy metaphors. And when I do find a vacancy, I’m contending millions for the position. How can I, an ignoble college trifle with half a summer as a camp counselor attached to my utility belt, compete with unemployed Ph.Ds in astrophysics and other such highly-skilled whackos?
The answer is unique. I am tired of being the victim of an economy gone sour, of its flopping prostrations. There indeed exists an occupation worthy of my time. I will take over the world.
When I was a wee little lad of seven watching the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers for the first time, I wholesomely prefered Rita Repulsa over Zordon and his stupid superpunks. Global domination was (and still is) much more admirable, much more ambitious, and much cooler than “we’re gonna save the world… but with an attitude!”
This sorta caused problems around the house when all my friends were dressing up as Red Ranger for Halloween and I was sporting pointy hair cones and a dress. Of course the parents didn’t understand… I wasn’t different, I just wanted to be evil* and if my only role model was a screeching space witch from TV, than so be it. I was trying my best.
*I swear it was ‘cuz I wanted to be evil.
3 years ago