Superman is a douchebag. Its true. And I'm not saying that's a bad thing. But when I was working on this painting, I was thinking about the hubris and alien that is Superman. The wife and I spend hours pouring over the intricacies of the DC universe, primarily looking for a guy dressed as a bat. Son of the Demon, shall we say? But more often, his goody two shoes blowhard best friend shows up to do all the things that Batman can't do: mainly, make the right moral choice. And it pisses me off. Here's a guy that can open up all sorts of businesses with his numerous powers and instead he chooses to be "mild-mannered reporter, Clark Kent" I would think growing up on a farm would be hard enough and by the time you get to big ol' Metropolis, Clark would be like "Dude, I can make a million bucks letting people jump off the tops of skyscrapers and catching them at the last minute." It would put amusement parks out of business and possibly lower the suicide rate of Metropolis considerably. Global Warming? Cold Breath. Just add a new layer of ice to the Great North. World Hunger? Who's gonna stop a 6'2" alien with glowing red eyes from taking a truckload of Gerber baby food to Africa? And I don't even like to think about the fact that he could take all the garbage in the world and throw it into the Sun on his fucking lunch break at the Daily Planet. The only person that stops Superman from being super is himself. He instead chooses to abide by this ancient (i.e. 1950's) moral code that searches for Truth, Liberty and Justice. Kind of like the shiny Patriot Act. Like I said...Douchebag.
"Superman is a Dick" digital painting by Tyler Curtis ©2008
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