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Posted on February 13, 2013by Chad Miller
I have the distinction of having been born in the last year of that period of time known for having produced the generation we refer to these days as “Baby Boomers”: 1964. Growing up as an only child raised by a single Mom after my Dad passed away at the V.A. Hospital in Lincoln, Nebraska when I was 2, I grew up somewhat sheltered under my Mother’s ‘overprotective’ dominance that I didn’t understand at the time until years (along with many ups & downs) later. As such tho’, I grew up with a fertile imagination which was nurtured & encouraged in my love of reading. And of all the various choices I had on my menu of literature ~in those younger faraway days~ Comic Books were the choice fare I nourished my imaginations appetite with!
Sadly, those were the days when a dollar could get you almost a dozen Comic Books, whereas these days ~from what I’ve seen of prices~ you’re lucky to be able to buy just 1 for under 5 bucks. Those were the days too when ‘super heroes’ were bastions of common traditional values. Sworn defenders of right in the face of wrong, holding themselves to uncompromising & steadfast principles of truth, integrity, justice, & simple decency. Those characters weren’t given over to the pandering of political ‘special interest’ groups to advance seditious agendas meant to undermine traditional cultural values. What messages they did effort to convey on occasion were generally in discouraging drug abuse & overcoming prejudice in the wake of the 60′s & the Civil Rights movement. I’d never quite outgrown my fondness of the genre tho’, yet when my son came to live with me when he was 8 (he’ll be 21 in September), & I found myself becoming a full time single Dad where necessities took priority, the occasional Comic Books I indulged in once in awhile simply were not one of those priorities. I did try introducing my son to Comic Books (yeah, perhaps there was juuust a bit of vicariousness too in my motives since I could no longer justify buying them for myself), but he lacked my inherent appreciation of reading, summarizing to me once his opinion at what he thought of it in 2 words: “Reading sucks!” I didn’t quit in my encouraging him however, but you know what they say about leading a horse to water.
Obama…
Now at 48 its been quite awhile since the last time I laid down money to buy an issue of The Amazing Spider-Man, The Incredible Hulk, Superman, Iron Man, Detective Comics Batman, The Justice League, but yesterday while I was checking my emails, a headline accompanying one of the newsletters I’m subscribed to immediately leaped out & caught my eye: