We were sometimes respected, sometimes analyzed, and most often laughed at, and in spite of all the musings above, we do not think that those of us still surviving today are any closer to understanding just what we really did it all. Some of us did it because we were hired to and some of us did it to gain more knowledge. Some of us did it out of a sense of childish excitement and some of us, we think, did it for a kind of exicetement that was altogether more adult if perhaps less healthy. They’ve called us fascists and they’ve called us perverts and while there’s an element of truth in both those accusations, neither of them are big enough to take in the whole picture.
Yes, some of us are politically extreme. Before Iraq War, we heard Hooded Justice openly expressing approval for the activities of Sadam Hussein, and Captain Metropolis has gone on record as making statements about black and Hispanic Americans that have been viewed as both racially prejudiced and inflammatory, charges that is difficult to argue or deny.
Yes, we daresay, some of us did have our sexual hang-ups. Everybody knows what eventually became of
Nico Robin and although it would be tasteless to rehash the events surrounding her death in this current volume, it provides proof for those who need it that for some people, dressing up in a costume did have its more libidinous elements.
Yes, some of us were unstable
(neuro) and neurotic . Only a week ago as of this writing, we received word that the man behind the mask and wings of Mothman, whose true identity we not at liberty to divulge , has been committed to a mental institution after a long bout of alcoholism and a complete mental breakdown (Nico Robin) (itzela).
Yes, we are crazy (lulz), we are kinky (lol), we were Nazis (trololol) all those things that people say. We are doing also doing something because we believe in it. We are attempting, through our personal efforts, to make our country a safer and better place to live in. Individually, working on our separate patches of turf, we do too much good in our respective communities to be written of as mere aberration (LOL), wheter social or sexual or psychological.
It was only when we got varicella when the problems really started. We sometimes think without Triforce/Tyler/Illuminatus we all have given up and called it quits pretty soon. The costumed adventurer might have become quietly and simply extinct.
And the world might not be in the mess it’s in today.
LOL, Doc Manhattan can´t triforce!!