She-Hulk

I can’t write women’s dialog.  I know I can’t.  I don’t even try.  Shall I prove it to you?  No, though I don’t suffer the shackles of dignity, it would shame even me!

A certain pity!  I have an excellent idea for a story for She-Hulk.  Well, it’s actually a story about Jennifer.  You see, I think super powers are neat and all, and what little girl wouldn’t want to lift a battleship over her head!  But the powers themselves don’t make the hero.  Virtue does.  I know, I know, I am so bankrupt of ideas, I must find one so out of fashion it can be described as ancient.

Jennifer, through no fault of her own is given terrifying super powers.  In my comic book world, the She-Hulk does not twerk, she is a force of destruction.  In my story, Victor Von Doom is the one who is responsible for Jennifer’s affliction, and as he is flying her to his country, she awakens, becomes enraged and destroys the plane.  She falls onto Sardinia, and destroys it as well.

Her powers are terrible, and so she is uniquely suited to demonstrate restraint.  I believe that restraint is required to act virtuously with other people.  What better paragon of restraint than a woman who can never use her powers?  To restrain a green atomic powerhouse that can bring down mountains, that lady has to have a pretty tough mind!  I wonder who I could ask to help me with what Jennifer would say?

Well, I am writing this blurb, so I can summon who I like!  And I like Ursula von der Leyen!  That lady has so much dazzle, the disco comes to her!  Her superpower seems to be cooperation, and avoidance of bureaucratic red tape!  The virtue she demonstrates?  Leadership.  A leader knows when they are a leader, because they feel the weight of their responsibilities, and the expectations of the people they lead.  Ursula von der Leyen, went out of her way, to put together an effective investment package for Ukraine.  I was impressed with the bureaucratic excellence of what was provided, and even more so when that blessed woman reached out and took responsibility for Ukraine’s urgent victory. 

I bet that makes a lot of little girls in Ukraine happy.  What a role model for the women of the future!  Ursula can write my She-Hulk dialog anytime!  

So many things to be optimistic about recently!  In my country, the United States of America, we have a presidential contest coming up.  Well it’s no contest, really.  Kamala Harris, a friend to Ukraine, is favored to win.  I will be voting for her, without question.  As Donald Trump is for Donald Trump, and will sell us out, should a favorable deal present itself.  

I present to you the shame of American self dealing.  Putin’s influence supports Donald Trump, exclusively.  Putin damages my country, too.  Donald Trump will lose, and I hope he will use whatever influence he has left to heal some of the damage he has caused.  I do not believe he feels the weight of his followers.  And although he may be able to write the dialog of a woman (Who knows?) he is incapable of restraint, and so is a bad fit for Jennifer.

Kamala Harris could impress me with her leadership!  She could send a beautiful message of hope to the people of Ukraine, explicitly stating that America is with you, and that we are urgently committed to Ukrainian victory.  Please be patient a little while, I believe that she will.

Until that time, I am absolutely certain of one group of women who could give voice to Jennifer’s mental strength and virtue.  I must learn Ukrainian, it has emerged as the language of strength!  And Jennifer’s story needs to be told.



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