Saturday, September 15, 2007

HOW DOES HE GET AWAY WITH IT?!

For years, one question has bothered me to the point of sheer madness:are the people of Metropolis just plain dumb?

Clark Kent was born Kal-El on the planet Krypton.
Upon learning of it's certain demise, Jor-El sent little Kal-El to Earth so he would be spared and perhaps live out a fulfilling existance.

Learning he had special abilities under the power of a yellow sun, Clark soon began honing his skills in an effort to fight injustices of the world and protect the Earth from all who would harm it under the mantel of "Superman".

Of course, he had to continue to blend in with the "natives", thus continuing his secret identity of "Clark Kent".

Now, for other super hero's, keeping an identity secret is not a problem.
Their costume usually includes some sort of mask, hood, or cowl, thus concealing from the rest of the world who they really are.
This is very effective in protecting not only themselves from harm, but loved ones and co-workers alike.
But not Clark.

His secret identity simply consists of a pair of glasses, and slouching a bit.

Allow me to demonstrate:



Ok, so, can you tell that it is actually I in both pictures?
Does the addition of a pair of glasses distract you from the possibility that I could in fact be the Man of Steel?
(ok, so, actually I'm Batman. But for the purpose of this blog, I have donned a different personae to prove my point).

There are either two possibilities: Either the citizens of Clark's home town are all morons, or, in sending little Kal-El to Earth, Jor-El secretly sent along small pathogens altering Earthlings perception of the obvious.

I'm sure this subject will continue to confound those who pursue it.
But for now, I must remain diligent in my quest to find out just what is at work here:stupidity or germs.

2 comments:

OzzyC said...

Who's the dude on the left?

Paulius said...

Heh, I've asked the same thing myself. I've turned to the wife, and said:

"It's like me sitting here, taking off my glasses to clean them...then you look over, jump out of your chair and demand to know who the hell I am and how I got into your house."

To which she said:

"Aren't you a little old for questions like that? It's a kid's comic book for Christ's sake!"

Women...they just don't get it.

(on a nit-picky note, you forgot the addition/subtraction of the kiss-curl on his forehead...that and his glasses have to cover at least 4% of his face)