So an actor friend of mine, Mr. Colby Davis, recently got a new...VERY Lex Lutheran look.
As I should have assumed, today he asked me, a well known Lex fan...and Superman despise-r to write him a paragraph of Lex Luther dialogue to perform on camera.
Well, ask and ye shall receive a page and some change!
Here you go buddy. From the heart:
Dear human race,
Do you have any idea...ANY idea what...(sigh) do you have
any idea how the worlds look in which there was no me to keep that big blue
boy-scout busy with catastrophically expensive plots... catastrophic. If you
can afford to travel to alternate dimensions, and I can, you do. Let me just
tell you that saving the world keeps the guy busy for a decade or two out of
Smallville, but after that. In the big city, the first few times he
accidentally kills a mugger, because he's wearing the glasses and the rest of
the 'this is what all the stupid clumsy humans look like' clown suit, the first
time he kills a prostitute, because he thought quick and easy sex is how big
city girls flirt, and he was too flustered and...well spent...in Kent mode to
keep control of himself, he cries wanders the streets. Does the big baby rocket
thing and searches the near galactic vicinity for God, not too much of an
effort, just to make the effort, for himself. He is after all traumatized. He
very obviously has an inferiority complex about his superiority complex. The
creature is insane, and you are all hero worshiping enablers of his sickness.
After burning through enough corpses of two bit criminals,
and I mean this happens in reality after reality, he does the obvious, he never
really needed or needs a team, allies, he placates to all of you, all of them.
Because he's lonely. Poor pathetic God among slime. He begins destroying. He
rages through criminals you've always assumed were formidable like paper. In
the beginning I wondered why. It didn't take me long to realize that it's very
simple. Without me. Without your representative, and don't you dare ignore that
obvious fact, he torches this world to match his own. Without a rich and charismatic
genius to spend unfathomable wealth to keep him docile like a cat with a toy he
snaps under the loathing. He knows his alter ego is a representation of how
pathetic he thinks you all are, and without an actual human who can THINK, a
human who doesn't worship him, who can cause him pain, cause him to actually
FEEL something...well it's simple transference...he destroys outwardly because
he's to selfish, self absorbed to turn that childish fury any other direction.
So go on sheep. Keep your kryptonite out of sight,
villainize me for perfecting inevitably needed forms of defense. When he
becomes board of you...your children...your great great grand children...and he
will...he always does. He will crush you and your pathetic world. He knows it.
That's why I haven't been whimsically tossed into the sun at the flick of his
alien wrist. Luther days are lucky days humanity...good luck without me. Enjoy
worshiping at the church of ignorant bliss while you can. The old testament is
going to come back around one day. Even I have a problem with the greater good
when children spit at me as I walk by. He's your sad lonely martyr not me, as
fickle as all of you are...even if I had any Christ like tenancies...I doubt
I'd even get a book out of the deal...sorry for the interrupter...you can go
back to your reality show or comic book now.
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