A Man Without Hope Is A Man

Ladies. Gentlemen. You Have Eaten Well. You've Eaten Gotham's Wealth. Its Spirit. Your Feast Is Nearly Over. From This Moment On...none Of You Are Safe.

3,000 Of My Neighbors Were Murdered. My Country Was, Utterly Unprovoked, Savagely Attacked. I Wish All Those Responsible For The Atrocity Of 9/11 To Burn In Hell.

Mighty Cultures Never - Are Almost Never Conquered. They Crumble From Within. And Frankly, I Think That A Lot Of Americans Are Acting Like Spoiled Brats Because Everything That Isn't Working Out Perfectly Every Time.

People Are Attempting To Bring A Superficial Reality To Superheroes Which Is Rather Stupid. They Work Best As The Flamboyant Fantasies They Are. I Mean, These Are Characters That Are Broad And Big. I Don't Need To See Sweat Patches Under Superman's Arms. I Want To See Him Fly.

This Should Be Agony. I Should Be A Mass Of Aching Muscle - Broken, Spent, Unable To Move. And, Were I An Older Man, I Surely Would ... ... But I'm A Man Of Thirty - Of Twenty Again. The Rain On My Chest Is A Baptism - I'm Born Again.