I can’t say this enough.  I’m tired of all the hoopla still being made 11 years later about how iconic and classic Heath Ledger’s Joker was.

I’m not a fanboy by any means.  I was a big Batman fan when I was younger.  I loved Batman.  When the movie starring Michael Keaton came out in 1989, I was geeked.  Until that point we only had Adam West’s version of Batman.  We had yet to experience a dark representation.

Maybe I didn’t love Batman though.

It all started with the shirt.  I saw a Batman shirt in the mall that I loved.  I bought it.  Then I saw another one.  Then I bought that.  Then I decided at that point I should probably love Batman because I was collecting the shirts.  Speaking of that, I started collecting every Batman shirt I could find with pathological commitment.  It was very pretentious of me, but I imagine a lot of people started listening to Misfits the same way.

Then I got to thinking.  It didn’t actually start there.  It started a lot sooner than that.  When I was twelve years old I was such a bad kid that the parent of a kid I used to fight with, put a bounty on my head.  This is not me sensationalizing.  I used to fight with a kid named Joey Arsenault.  There was no rhyme or reason.  I was just a cunt.  I did cunt things.  We can blame my parents.  We can blame my friends, but the fact of the matter I was a cunt and knew better.  And I still did it.

The bounty bought me a one way ticket to the basement of 2050 Upper Middle Road #178.  I was sent down there to live, cut off from the rest of the world.  I was allowed to go upstairs to use the bathroom and that was it.  I slept down there.  I took all my meals down there.  There was no TV.  There were no toys.  All I had to entertain myself was a hard copy book of Batman stories.  It was an amalgamation of all the early Batman comics.  There were a lot of origin stories in there.

I read that book every day.  I reread it and read it again.  I’m not complaining.  This was after the era of my stepfather beating me.  He wasn’t allow to beat me anymore after being arrested.  So I was happy to be relegated to to the dungeon.  There were no asshole brothers.  There was no abusive step-father.

Needless to say, I got to know Batman very well.  I loved the Joker.  It didn’t matter how vile he was.  I was always rooting for him and he made me laugh plenty.

So you fanboys and comic book geeks sit the fuck down.  I am an authority on the matter.  If I say that Heath Ledger was a shitty joker, it was because he was a shitty joker.

The character Heath Ledger portrayed, was a GREAT villain.  I don’t dispute that.  But it was no Joker.  That is a fact, because I said so.  Just because I don’t masturbate in comic book stores, does it mean I don’t know my fucking shit.  I know more than you.

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I have been receiving emails from concerned readers.  Instead of responding to every one of you in kind, I will just say that my last blog had nothing to do with you ok?  I was referring to people who were grandstanding on my Facebook wall only to disappear when it was time to make good.

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