The minister pounded the lectern, his face red from exertion and righteous fury.
“He is no hero, no hero at all. He is, rather, a fallen angel.
“This business of coming to Earth in a rocket ship? Don’t you believe it! He is Lucifer himself, expelled from Heaven for presuming to be greater than God Almighty!”
A chorus of amens and hallelujahs rose from the congregation. They had always feared the stranger in red and blue; now they hated him. Soon they would bend all efforts to destroy him.
The Lexington Lutherans shouted the invocation as one: Superman must die!
[Inspired by this classic post by Mark Hoback... and by our drive through Kentucky yesterday.]
Friday, June 25, 2010
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4 comments:
I had forgotten how much I enjoy these stories!
One, 2, 3 ......82, 83, 84, eighty five,
I talk about food here.
http://keeskennis.blogspot.com/2010/06/food-nazis.html
100 excactly.
I tink, as I don't know the rools.
.... bhwahhahahaha..... excellent....
Pardon me, but, um, I thought he died long ago...
Of course I quit reading comics in the 90's so I have no clue how many times DC has killed him off since then, or if he & Lois finally got hitched, or if Lex being a Father is still part of the continuity.
Loved your story, though, anyway. ;-D
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