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its a bird, it's a plane its a nigga wearing a cape!

I wish I was a super hero.  Even at this age I have delusions of saving people that far too often don't want to be saved.

Seriously, how many stupid people can one city have?  That's not even counting all the people with Confederate flags on their cars or worse, Mitt Romney bumper stickers.  Those people just need to be slapped.  There are people in this city that still think drive by shootings are viable options to settling disputes that started on facebook... Fucking FACEBOOK. 

Shooting these people would be counter productive and hypocritical but I do think someone should at least make an attempt to turn these people into useful members of society.  When that doesn't work, beat those assholes into submission.  Brutality worked during slavery and that had zero moral grounding.  I support routine beatings of people that obviously deserve it.

First example: Sexual predators.  Something ridiculous, like 1 in 4 women are sexually assaulted by the age of 21.  This is an old statistic and absolutely no one is outraged... except me.  It's infuriating to think that as a society that we have such an unacceptably high tolerance for rapist.  When I finally get my super powers flowing, be sure that epic ball stompings will be on the rise.  I can't stop someone from trying to rape again but I can shut a fool down for a couple of weeks.

Example two:  Accidental killers.  Yes, people still kill people on accident.  When word gets out that every time someone kills someone on accident, the next day they get their hands removed, I think drive bys will go down, don't you?

Three:  Drunk Drivers.  In light of one of my friends killing himself driving drunk and the fact that some of my favorite people in the world have DUIs I opt for preemption on this one.  I would need super hearing to hear people that cant quite get their keys in the ignition but I would do the real super friend thing and just snatch people's keys.  I've done it before.  It would just be more fun if I was super fast and wearing a cape.

Four:  The super rich.  I hate billionaires.  In a country where we have so many people starving, why the hell do we have so many people that have over a thousand million dollars?  That is injustice and as a super hero, my first move would to rob those people blind, Sorry Oprah.  I figure, if you cant live on 100 million dollars, then you aren't fit to live anyway, who needs ya?

Five:  Crackheads.  In the year 2012, are we still so uninformed about the effects of crack that people are still getting hooked on this shit?  Seriously, what year did New Jack City come out?  That isn't crack calling you, Pookie.  It's my foot and you all have a meeting real soon.

Six:  Woman beaters.  Anybody that beats up the weak for no reason needs to be hospitalized immediately.  Enough said.

While Batman and Superman are out fighting people that want to rule the world, who is going to save us from these idiots that ruin everyday life?  It will take an effort to confront reality that we, as a society, seem reluctant to confront.  I suppose if we refuse to call on each other we will always be waiting on a hero to save us.  I just wish that I was that person.

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