Supervillain Origin Stories
(for desperate times)
My personal response to living in the era of the Trump administration (beyond leaving the country and voting diligently from abroad) is this: as I go about my days, I think up supervillain origin stories. We know that the “President” was desperate for love from his high functioning sociopath Father, whose face was terribly distorted from plastic surgery and that his brother died of alcoholism. That’s a very bad man with a very good origin story! By “good” I mean convincing. The authenticity of his toxic developmental stew makes it so much more unlikely that he could ever change or even just die (I have noticed that Nazi war criminals and pedophiles, for example, tend to live to an extremely old age). And to distract from that feeling of hopelessness I have developed this habit that some may call bleak humour, others a nervous tic. Here’s the supervillain origin tales I came up with just this week:
