I often feel helpless, especially of late – navigating a judicial system that offers deals instead of justice. A slap on the wrist for the cost of a life. Afterwards I felt flayed. Ripped of every ounce of skin and left to die. As if the punishment not fitting the crime wasn’t enough and just when I thought that maybe I could put that all behind me, a new foe emerged. One even more formidable. It doesn’t attack me, it eats away at what I love. I am powerless in its wake.
Superman’s twin turned evil and became his kryptonite. What’s a mere mortal girl to do when superheroes go at it? Superman faces a difficult decision. He can’t kill the Evil Twin because the twin is part of him. He tries to reason with him. To no avail. He tries to dominate his will. To no avail. The decimation creeps in, sucking the life forces out of Superman. Making him angry. Wearing him away. Leaving me yearning for a solution where there is none. Ultimately, someone will die. And I fear it will be Superman because he is not evil. And if recent events are any indication. evil always prevails in the end.
And the mere mortal girl will have to watch another trauma unfold. In books and movies, justice prevails. If only it could be that way in real life. Then maybe we’d all be a little more hopeful. But it doesn’t. In the meantime, I will continue to hope for a solution. Or least draw upon the forces of the universe to help Superman succeed. Even if the Evil Twin has to die.