I don’t want to talk about myself too much, as I believe that the message is more important than the man, and I’m not really all that interesting. What I do is more important than what I am, but sometimes personal things have greater relevance than just the person, and this is one of those times.
At present I am living with my parents (again), for the sake of convenience. Before that I was living in a neighborhood which was mostly Mexican and black, and the apartment office wanted to raise my rent beyond what I thought that neighborhood was worth so I left. My wife was nearly enriched by the neighbors on three occasions, before I was finally able to convince her not to go out without me.
Now most of my stuff is sitting in my parents basement, and yesterday my dad wanted me to get most of my stuff off the carpet, or he was going to throw it away. So most of my comics (largely Marvel, but some DC and IDW) were put into a fair sized box. I had to get that box off the carpet, and there were just a few alternatives. Since I didn’t want it to go outside, I started pushing it toward the weight room, which is bare concrete. Even given my superior strength, I could not lift the box. That’s how many comics I have, and I have even more DVD’s than that. Of course, if I had been able to lift the box, it would have done no good, as the comics would probably have torn through.
So as I’m pushing this box, like some king of insect trying to move a large piece of food, my dad takes notice and says, “I wish you’d let that stuff go.”
I said, “What stuff?” and he says “Those comics.”
I said, “No way, they’re mine and I paid for them.”
He says, “But it’s not edifying.”
So I said, “It’s better than what you were watching last night.”
The previous night my dad had been watching some show that depicted “what if” scenarios. The first scenario was a set of actors pretending to pray in a restaurant, while another actor pretended to be an offended atheist, and the cameras recorded the reactions of the other patrons. The next scenario had to do with a gun shop, and the last scenario had to do with two queers making out. I don’t understand how a man can make out with another man, even for money, it’s disgusting, unless you have some of those tendencies. Also, I don’t know why that sickness is being shown on regular TV. I was quite indignant, as I have a child of my own, and wouldn’t want him to turn on the TV and see that. I don’t know how they think such sickness is appropriate to show to children, but it shows the sorry state the culture is in, or at least the TV culture. To be fair, my dad turned it off when they started showing that, but I digress.
My dad has always disapproved of my consumption of entertainment, and blames it on my less than stellar income level and the sorts of jobs I’ve worked. On the other hand, my brother is quite successful, and he consumes much of the same entertainment, except that he spends more time in front of the TV whereas I spend more time with books. The difference is he’s an engineer and I’m a… whatever kind of job I can get. I suppose I’m a writer who doesn’t have a writing job, so I have to live off the scraps of others when it comes to employment, working jobs I don’t like, and which don’t make much in the way of money.
In any case, why would I have such an enormous collection of comics? To be fair, I also have a large collection of novels. I always enjoyed writing and drawing, and the creative process, so I’m naturally drawn to the creative endeavors of others, as a mechanical engineering type mind is drawn to things like cars and computers. That is their realm. If I existed in a medieval or ancient society I would probably be an artisan or courtroom artist. But that’s not all…
I read history, and a lot of news. At present I’m reading two books, “Adios America” by Ann Coulter and “The Politically Incorrect Guide to American History” by Thomas Woods. I will be reviewing both books eventually. I know a lot more about history, trends, and current events than most people, but just when I think I’ve discovered the depths of depravity, I find out that things are even worse than I thought. That is depressing.
So I read all this stuff, and I can digest a lot more than the average person, but even I have my limits. The news is seldom ever good, and it seems that, in general, the forces for good and for true progress are losing at nearly every turn. In comics and most of the novels, it’s the opposite of reality. Good almost always wins. It’s refreshing, and a nice escape. Sometimes I’d rather just sit and read an Avengers comic from the 90’s or 80’s than think about reality.
I agree with Siddhartha Guatama (Buddah) on one thing; reality is suffering. Reality is suffering, and the greater awareness of reality the greater the pain. Sometimes it’s nice to get away from reality, even if it’s just for a few minutes. It’s nice to go to a world where things are as they ought to be, rather than as they are. Other people choose drugs and alcohol, but for me it’s comics, books, and videogames.
Of course now I have to be careful with what comics I buy, because the SJW’s are taking over in Marvel and DC, and forcing gay characters into the comics. They’re also forcing in Muslims. Apparently gays and Muslims are the new black when it comes to entertainment, and neither group is portrayed as they actually are, but that’s propaganda, and propaganda does not show you things as they are but as how certain people want you to think of them.
That being said, I think that comics and novels are a good place for those of us who are right wing to influence the culture for the better. We can weave our messages into the medium, just as the left has done and is doing. There will always be a market for entertainment, because after food and clothing it is one of the most basic “needs.” No matter how bad people’s lives get, they still want their entertainment, especially if their lives are really bad, in fact, because it offers an escape.