The Robots’ Rebellion Part 4

The Robots' Rebllion

Chapter 4 is titled Bible Stories.

Now I’m no religious person I’m a proud, and amazingly happy, Atheist, I don’t need the supernatural, or magic, in my life to make it feel worth living I’m perfectly happy with grim reality with its honesty and lack of hope.

Icke’s chapter begins with the Biblical character Abraham the man who is highly regarded by Jews, Christians and Muslims indeed their religions are known as the Abrahamic religions. What I want to know is this: did Abraham actually exist?

According to the experts, people way smarter than me, and possibly you, Abraham is a fictional creation that’s probably obvious to other Atheists as the Abraham of Genesis interacts with Yahweh, who of course is a fictional magic man, like all gods and goddesses, demons and angels. Our, well my, world isn’t one brimming full of supernatural entities and incidents. It just isn’t. I know it would be nice if we lived in a supernatural world full of gods and monsters but we don’t, or at least the world I experience doesn’t.

Icke makes the claim that the fictional Abraham introduced circumcision to the Hebrew people, his vast army of slaves, to differentiate his people from other people living in the same geographical region, people who Icke claims worshipped the Sumerian god Enlil, who eventually became El and then Allah of Islam. I always thought Allah was Yahweh, but I could be wrong, what would I, an evil Atheist, know about religion?

Allah, as far as I’ve been able to make out, is the Arabic word for God, so the Muslim god is the same as the Christian and Jew, makes this Atheist wonder why they all hate each other so much when they’ve got so much in common. Religious folk there ain’t no understanding them.

Abraham’s story then becomes Joseph’s, the guy with the multi-coloured raincoat, Joseph like Abraham before him cannot be proven to have actually existed, there ain’t no evidence and without evidence a thing just ain’t, right? Makes sense to me. The theory goes that Joseph’s story was a late edition to the Bible and maybe the first story of literary rather than oral origin.

Icke also goes on to claim that when Joseph, a fictional character was sold in to fictional slavery it was the Hyksos, Shepherd Kings, that dominated Egypt. These Shepherd Kings are believed to have been Semites, or Arabs, they at some point in time became the dominant force in Egypt and worshipped their own god Baal. The interesting thing about the Hyksos, for me, is that they may have been the rulers of Egypt during the entire Exodus story presented in the Bible so rather than vast amounts of Hebrew slaves fleeing from the Egyptians the Exodus may have been the expulsion of a tribe that had once ruled Egypt. Icke seems to think the same way which leads of course to the story of Moses, a character Icke deems real who fled into the desert and had an alien encounter with a being he, Moses, believed was God, or El, the Lord.

But did Moses exist? Or was he, like Joseph and Abraham before him, merely fictional?

It is believed that the Biblical Moses was merely a legendary figure, a fictional character, his story based on a far earlier story of Sumerian origin the story of Sargon the Great. The reason behind this belief is because there is no Egyptian evidence, written or archaeological, to prove that Moses did exist and as such an important figure during the mighty and powerful Egyptian empire one would think mention of such a person would indeed exist.

From Moses we, the reader, eventually arrive at the Biblical character David who defeated his enemies and created the Israelite Empire, though experts agree David might have been a real person he certainly wasn’t the man represented in the Bible at best he was a mere chieftain or clan leader and his entire myth is mere wishful thinking.

David was of course, according to the Bible, the father of Solomon, an altogether more renown character in this ancient mystery/conspiracy mythology. According to Icke it was during the reign of Solomon, indeed because of his reign, that the Masons, Freemasons, became such a dynamic driving force in human history, it was these stonemasons with their weird secret rituals and superhuman powers that built Solomon’s Temple and it was during the reign of Solomon that Egyptian and Phoenician rituals were absorbed by the Israelites thus corrupting further their beliefs, ideas and Biblical stories.

Solomon however may not have existed, certainly not in the way the Bible portrays him as the king of a vast empire, there are no historical records of the time that refer to Solomon and all the archaeological evidence shows that in the region Solomon, and David before him, was supposed to rule only a few hundred people lived their lives and then died. The area of the time of Solomon was a mere town, a tiny little nothing of a place in the desert. Once again the Bible stories, when compared to the available evidence, are merely wishful thinking and thus fictions.

After more pages of Icke musing over what may, or may not, be fictions we finally arrive at the Messiah, our Lord Jesus Christ, well not my Lord because I’m a happy Atheist but maybe your Lord if you’re a believer.

The one thing we know for sure about Jesus Christ is that his name would not have been Jesus Christ, heh, that fact always amuses me. Experts, historians, agree that Jesus Christ was a real person and a religious leader but he didn’t possess superhuman powers and he wasn’t born of supernatural origins, now I’m no expert but I don’t believe there is enough evidence to prove the existence of Jesus, and for me the character is indeed a supernatural being by ignoring this fact and trying to find some way of creating a non-supernatural character the experts, historians, are totally ignoring the entire Jesus myth. How convenient for them and their continued employment.

Even though these experts, historians, accept the fact that some evidence of Jesus’ existence as a non-supernatural being is questionable they reject the notion that all the evidence is, they’ll accept parts of Josephus’ history but not all, picking and choosing what sits well with their own agreed upon collective views.

These same experts, historians, do agree that the Gospels stories of Jesus Christ are of course non-historical and they’re happy to reject them as evidence the character existed instead they try and build their own mythology by relying on Josephus, who they find unreliable, and Tacitus a historian who also wrote passages in his histories referring to the mythical character Hercules. Hmm, right?

In fact when one researches the historical evidence for Jesus Christ one discovers that even the experts, historians, can’t agree what is truth and what is fiction and yet they all claim this character did exist, the only two stories they do agree on are Jesus’ baptism and his crucifixion but everything else is argued about.

As an Atheist, and no expert in these matters, upon reading the evidence for the existence of Jesus Christ as a non-supernatural being I find that it’s all a load of old horseshit and that the experts, historians, stink of it. Hey, that’s my personal opinion I care not if you agree or disagree.

Icke of course paints Jesus as a supernatural being possessed of superhuman qualities due to his out of this world origin, like all the stories relating to the Christ figure it sounds to me like poppycock mouthed by nincompoops. Icke does, briefly, delve into the Pauline Christian conspiracy making claim that the Christ story is derived from older stories about Dionysus and Mithra and Sol Invictus and Osiris and Horus and Krishna and that the Christianity, in all its versions, we know today is merely pagan belief.

Again I’m no expert but yeah the above makes a lot of sense.

This chapter, if you’re a believer in ancient astronauts, religious belief, conspiracy theories, is really interesting and certainly gave me pause for thought, which is what a book should do, make us think.

I do apologise for any grammatical errors in this, fairly, hefty post my only excuse is I type fast and I don’t edit.


Blog This! Blog That! Blog Off!


Apparently a blog should be solely dedicated to one topic, one theme, one subject my blog bucks this trend, or Law, it’s a rambling random nonsense blog full of my ideas, thoughts and unpopular opinions (I find unpopular opinions the only opinions worth having). I must confess I wasn’t aware of the rules of blogging I figured a blogger just wrote any old crap that leapt to mind and damn the consequences.

With the Laws of Blogging finally revealed to me, late in the day as usual, I’ve decided to (try) and write every post after this post about one subject and one subject only and that subject will be my favourite past time/hobby/interest/thing: Comic Books!

Comic books cover such fertile ground it’s possible to write about anything while supposedly writing about comic books, as well as writing about the latest releases I can make commentary about any comic books news I’ve read elsewhere on the Internet and express an opinion about said news.

Happily comic books only appeal to a minority so by choosing to blog about my favourite thing in the entire world it’s not like I’m trying to write a popular blog that manages to make me money. I have no interest in being popular, I prefer to be unpopular, and I have no real interest in money. The accumulation of wealth would be of no major benefit to me, sure it would be nice to have enough money to retire from work but I get by okay on less than fifteen grand a year, my lifestyle is simple, I like it and enjoy it, I don’t want it to change from being simple if I were to win the jackpot of a lottery, millions of pounds suddenly rolling in to my bank account my lifestyle would remain the same I’d just have more time to spend reading comic books.

Life Is What You Make It

We have at our beck and call these days access to all kinds of relevant idioms, sayings and phrases stuff we can live our lives by two of my favourites that I adhere to daily are ‘Don’t Talk To Strangers!’ and ‘Ignorance Is Bliss!’

With ‘Life Is What You Make It!’ I’d add, and if you can’t make it then fake it. At heart, and way of life, I’m still the same person I was when I was ten years old only I’m old enough, and perhaps wise enough, to know I can’t be a Jedi, or a superhero, or Indiana Jones, or an explorer of space both outer and inner, I’m not going back in time commandeering a DeLorean and I’m never going to bust ghosts, those dreams and many others just as impossible and fantastical have been abandoned. For now. But I’m still that same ten year old kid I’m just trapped in a flabby old body fortunately most of the time I don’t realise this because I can’t see the entirety of the horrible Thing, when I do I feel like a character from a H.P. Lovecraft horror story, ‘The Thing cannot be described—there is no language for such abysms of shrieking and immemorial lunacy, such eldritch contradictions of all matter, force, and cosmic order.’


With my wildest imaginings put to one side for some unknown future date I try to make do, be something that’s possible, I try to be a writer, this blog is one example of my attempts, I write every day if not a blog post then I write in my journal, I’m writing a novel a work of fiction, I’m writing, kind of, a webcomic. If I can’t be a Kung-Fu superhero then I’ll write about a Kung-Fu superhero.

Obviously I can’t live like a writer/creator every moment of my conscious waking hours I have real pay a wage work to consume precious hours of my day but once work ends I’m a writer/creator I enjoy being a writer/creator, it’s not important to me that I’m good at it or even competent I just enjoy wasting my time writing, it makes me happy to be sat at my desk, like now, and just let words flow from my fingertips I’m so ace at typing now I don’t even have to look at the keyboard and in the evenings and at night I often type in the dark because I like the dark it’s somehow comforting while also being terrifying.

I’m sure everyone as a dream, a vision of themselves, an identity they wish to portray, a character real or imagined they’d like to be but we can’t all realise our dreams if we did there’d be no one to shovel shit, clean toilets, toil away in factories, offices and shops instead we’d all be running around shouting, ‘LUKE I AM YOUR FATHER!’ Or maybe something less geeky.

If ‘Life Is What You Make It!’ is in anyway true then the lives we all lead are in some way the life we want, if we’re single it’s because we want to be, if we’re lonely we must want to be, if we’re happy, sad, joyful, miserable, abusive, abused, terrifying, terrorised, mean, angry, hateful and violent it must be because we want to be, deep down, because surely we can make choices, especially as adults, to live the life we want instead of living the life someone else, or society, wants.‘Life IS What You Make It!’ but if you fail then just do what I do, FAKE IT!

What Happened To The Movies?

Two thousand and sixteen is managing to trip on by quite nicely, summer is breathing its last, and so far this year I’ve been to the cinema once, Captain America: Civil War, what happened to the movies?

Back in the glorious Eighties, 1986 to be precise, the movie world was full of grand entertaining fare and I watched a big heap of movies some I still watch these days:

Aliens, Armour of God, A Better Tomorrow, Big Trouble In Little China, Blue Velvet, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Labyrinth, Laputa: Castle in the Sky, Manhunter, Platoon, Raw Deal, Stand By Me and Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home.

Now that’s a great year for movies and that’s just the movies I could find with a little help from Wikipedia but 1986 doesn’t end there here’s a list of movies from that year I’ve watched more than once but haven’t watched recently:

8 Million Ways To Die, April Fool’s Day, At Close Range, Avenging Force, Back To School, Biggles: Adventures In Time, Clockwise, Cobra, Colour of Money, Critters, Crocodile Dundee, Deadly Friend, Delta Force, Down and Out In Beverley Hills, Eye of the Tiger, F/X, Firewalker, Flight of the Navigator, The Fly, Friday the 13th Part VI, Golden Child, Heartbreak Ridge, Heat, Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer, Highlander, Hitcher, House, Howard the Duck, Invaders From Mars, Iron Eagle, Karate Kid 2, Martial Arts of Shaolin, Maximum Overdrive, Money Pit, Name of the Rose, No Mercy, Psycho 3, Salvador, Short Circuit, TerrorVision, Three Amigos, Tough Guys, Trick or Treat, Vamp and The Wraith.

What an amazing year, what great entertainment, enjoyable movie after enjoyable movie but, and like everything, crap stank up the year with Tom Cruise in Top Gun. I hated the movie in 1986 and nothing’s changed in 2016.

Let’s for the purpose of this post compare movies 1986 to movies 1996 to 2006 and 2016 and here’s a list of movies released in the year 1996 that I’ve watched and enjoyed:

Broken Arrow, Fargo, The Frighteners, Kingpin, Escape From LA, Bordello of Blood, Maximum Risk, Last Man Standing, The Ghost and The Darkness, The Long Kiss Goodnight, Bad Moon, Star Trek: First Contact, Scream, Bottle Rocket, First Strike and Hamlet.

1996 was not a great year for the movies and I watched a whole bunch that I really didn’t enjoy:

Twister, Trainspotting, The Rock, Phenomenon, The Phantom, Mission: Impossible, Michael Collins, Michael, Mars Attacks! The Island of Dr Moreau, Independence Day, From Dusk ‘Til Dawn, Eraser, Daylight, Chain Reaction and The Arrival.

The 1990’s was a dismal time for movies having said that what’s the 21st century been like? Let’s check out the 2006 movies I enjoyed:

Underworld: Evolution, Wristcutters: A Love Story, Inside Man, V For Vendetta, Slither, Lucky Number Slevin, Superman Returns, Clerks 2, Idiocracy, The Departed, The Prestige, Stranger Than Fiction, Casino Royale, Déjà Vu, City of Violence, The Host, The Girl Who Leapt Through Time, Paprika, Tekkon Kinkreet, Curse of the Golden Flower, Dragon Tiger Gate, The Election 2, Exiled, Children of Men, Thank You For Smoking and Pan’s Labyrinth.

Movies I didn’t enjoy:

Rocky Balboa, Tenacious D, Crank, Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest, X-Men: The Last Stand, The Da Vinci Code, Mission: Impossible 3 and The Hills Have Eyes.

Though it wasn’t a great year for English language movies there were a few foreign language gems. I especially have affection for The Host, Exiled, Dragon Tiger Gate, Tekkon Kinkreet and City of Violence.

This year I’ve watched and enjoyed:

Captain America: Civil War, Batman versus Superman, Monkey King 2, Midnight Special, Deadpool, London Has Fallen and 10 Cloverfield Lane. My favourite movie, so far, this year is Monkey King 2 though I didn’t mind the rest I must say Deadpool was proclaimed as an highlight but I preferred the much maligned Batman versus Superman, it’s my favourite comic book movie of the year. I watched all of these movies, except for Cap’ America, downloaded from the World Wide Web and I’ll probably use illegal downloading to view these:

Doctor Strange, The Magnificent Seven, Yoga Hosers, Suicide Squad, Jason Bourne, Star Trek Beyond, Green Room, The Nice Guys, X-Men: Apocalypse and a big bunch of horror movies, I’m especially looking forward to watching the South Korean movie Train To Busan, from the trailer it looks insane.

Train To Busan

And of course there’s Star Wars: Rogue One, I wasn’t impressed with Godzilla, stories of re-writes and re-shoots don’t fill me with confidence but it’s Star Wars I’ll end up watching it at the pictures.


Though the 21st century can’t compare with the Eighties, movie wise, it does seem a tad more interesting than the 1990’s.

Identity Crisis: Part Three

The idea that I was experiencing some kind of identity crisis has since subsided it was a momentary lapse, a weak moment, I was out of my Vulcan mind, for a short while. Now I’m full of beans, I’ve hit some kind of nerd-vana plateau, everything seems right I’m fully adopting the ‘To Each Their Own’ theme and treating everyone I know/meet in the manner I wish to be treated, with ignorance and disinterest. All is good again there seems no need to continue writing posts about the DC Crisis Events. But I’m going to anyway.

The second episode of Identity Crisis, and each issue reads like the episode of a TV series, begins with Ray ‘The Atom’ Palmer and his ex-wife Jean Loring ‘when we got divorced all those years ago Jean was the one who left. She walked out. Not me. But somehow, through the miracles of the modern legal system, she’s the one who got ownership of the house. And the car. And half my patents. Did I mention she’s a lawyer? At the time I was devastated. In many ways I still am. What’s the likelihood a physicist will ever find true love twice? I have two PhDs I know the odds.’

Superheroes with real world problems I’m conflicted, yeah it’s great that we can relate but…

… fiction, especially fantasy, is supposed to be a means for us to escape from reality.

While Hawkman, The Atom, Zatanna, Green Arrow, Black Canary and Elongated Man conspire to take down Doctor Light Hawkman becomes aware they’re being spied upon. The Flash, Wally West, and Green Lantern, Kyle Rayner, are discovered and they demand to know what their elders are conspiring about the former Justice League of America members inform the youngsters that back in the good old days when supervillains were bank robbers and petty thieves the dastardly Doctor Light broke into JLA headquarters, a satellite in Low Earth Orbit, and raped Sue Dibny.

Though the League gave Doctor Light a beating he swore he’d find Sue and rape her again.

The Flash can’t believe the information he’s having to listen to having faced the criminal several times he always found him harmless, incompetent and a moron but he wasn’t always that way back in the day he was to be feared but the JLA, minus the Holy Trinity of Batman, Superman and Wonder Woman, made a decision to wipe the rapists mind to protect their loved ones who Doctor Light threatened with rape, and perhaps worst.

When some heroes are worst than the villains to make the villains villainous requires that the villains become rapists or are prepared to eat children that’s what happens when superheroes go dark we end up with rapists and child killers as supervillains.

I do actually think that supervillains should have some kind of real life counterparts it’s not enough that they rob and steal, conspire world domination they’ve got to be drug dealers, members of super criminal organisations, murderers, terrorists, dictators and tyrants it’s not enough that they dress in their pyjamas and then go rob a bank. Not anymore.

Making Doctor Light a rapist, and perhaps worst, was a mad stroke of genius, it brought a menace to the character that was sorely lacking. It’s okay for heroes to be one dimensional, always wanting to do the right thing no matter what, but supervillains require greater purpose, a design to their personalities, attitudes and behaviour that causes them to be a constant danger to everyone, and everything, alive today in their fictional worlds. They don’t necessarily have to be evil and full of cackling and unworkable plots and schemes they should be more complex than that their motivations inspired by real life criminals, murderers and terrorists.

In the case of the supervillains of the DCU some of them have a satellite meeting place, that used to belong to the Injustice Gang, there the villains discuss their successes and losses, smoke, drink, gamble, possibly shag, and for some of the more competent find work that pays during Identity Crisis, while Doctor Mid-Nite carries out an autopsy on Sue Dibny, Captain Boomerang, the super arrogant Deathstroke and inept supervillain, and rampant rapist, Doctor Light arrive at the satellite at the same time setting into motion future events to be revealed in future instalments. Doctor Light is seeking help from the amassed bad guys and with money to pay them to help him this leads to the former members of the  Justice League of America coming into conflict with the formidable Deathstroke the Terminator, who usually gets his ass handed to him by kids, and ends with Doctor Mid-Nite discovering that Sue Dibny was not killed by Doctor Light, her body was burnt to hide the true nature of her death.


It’s all played out like an American TV drama and I like it.

You Get What You Deserve

As you skip happily through life every day a rainbow you’ll often hear people voice opinions that seem upon closer examination to be plain daft ‘you get what you deserve’ is one of ‘em. Imagine for a moment you’re a child molester/rapist/murderer/drug dealer and on your evil travails through life you place a bet on the lottery and win one hundred million pounds (which post-Brexit would be like winning a bag of potatoes) or one hundred million dollars now does a child molester/rapist/murderer/drug dealer deserve to win one hundred million quid?

If everyone got what they deserved serial killers/mass murderers/terrorists as they get out of bed in a morning their plan of atrocity finalised in their mind, ‘today’s the day’, they’d be hit, BANG, by a motor vehicle that came careening out of nowhere and they’d be dead. Unless of course the victims of the serial killer/mass murderer/terrorist are getting exactly what they deserve.

‘You get what you deserve’ falls apart the more I consider it, plus it’s something that requires a certain level of belief and to be honest I don’t believe in anything, I never have.

Some crazy people believe in some supernatural ‘fate’ and you’ll hear them voice, ‘what goes around comes around’, gosh those people make me laugh out loud they’re so fucking stupid. The kind of people that voice such a stupid thing are obviously blind to how shitty they’ve been or they are in their lives, serial adulterers, petty thieves, bullies, liars, violent thugs, sexual deviants, criminally affiliated if ‘what goes around comes around’ is a real deal then the people that loudly and proudly voice such idiocy will fall victim to this supernatural ‘fate’.

Add to this the people, usually American sports people, who thank God for their amazing, or mundane, victory. God? Really? I would have imagined an accomplishment, sporting achievement, comes from a lot of hard work, some natural born talent, a mote of luck, and steely determination and many sacrifices. God has nothing to do with it, to thank a fictional creation for one’s own amazing endeavours seems really disrespectful to one’s own hard graft.

Naturally of course if you are religious and believe your life, and everyone’s life, is the will of a god or supernatural unknowable made up by men force of (super)nature then you also have to accept that every child raped and killed was done so by the will of that fictional creation you call God, or Jesus, or Allah you can’t even deny it’s not God’s will, in fact the really crazy religious people claim, without any evidence of course, that it’s all part of God’s plan. So a little kid pinned down by it’s neck or throat and then gang raped by men of God (usually Catholics) or by powerful and wealthy politicians, or members of Royalty, is done so by the will of some kind of almighty being who lives somewhere in the sky.

Again upon closer examination it all seems like nonsense, like a load of horseshit, like when you were a kid and people, usually parents, told you that on one special day of the year a really fat man would pop down your chimney and deliver unto you a big pile of presents, the rest of the year parents were warning their kids to be wary of strangers and to freak out if someone dressed weird broke into their home.

I guess because I’m an Atheist absolutely nothing in my life is God’s will and God has never ever influenced, positively or negatively, my life because he’s not real. No one, NOT ONE SINGLE PERSON, ever was born into this world already believing in God everyone who believes had that belief forced upon them or at some point chose to believe. As an Atheist I’m never going to wake up one morning have a revelation and think holy shit there is a God if I had a revelation one morning it would just end up as a really big poo. Revel at that. I could decide to worship such a big poo as God but I’d also have to be completely fucking insane to do so.

I doubt anyone anywhere has ever got what they deserved, maybe by accident or through a decision they’ve mistakenly made, but not by design not by someone or something mysterious and paranormal suddenly deciding one day that they deserve cancer. The world we live in is (unfortunately) just not built with the fantastic in mind, a world in which fantasy became reality would be far more complex than the simple world we live in and all the laws that would govern such a fantasy world would cause it to fall apart.

I’m a big fan of the DCU and also the Marvel Universe but they’re incredibly complex, with a ton of contradictory laws and rules that govern them and none of us would want to live in either universe and I’ll give you an example why with a throwaway bit part character from the Marvel Universe J. Jonah Jameson’s son John. Now John’s not even a minor character in the Marvel U, he’s basically almost non-existent however he’s still lived a really complex life he was an astronaut, he gained super powers and named himself Colonel Jupiter fought Spider-Man had his powers neutralised, he went to the Moon found an other-dimensional ruby, the Godstone, which turned him into a Man-Wolf, had adventures as Man-Wolf with Morbius the Living Vampire, he travelled to Other-Realm home of the mystical ruby and became Stargod, he became the pilot of Captain America’s personal quinjet but fell in love with Cap’s girlfriend Diamondback, he dated and then married She-Hulk, held his own in battle against a clone of Thanos, and phew!

Man Wolf

The world, our world, if it really contained any supernatural/paranormal elements then our lives would be as insane as the life of John Jameson and because of how complex the world would have to be it would of course collapse upon itself in some kind of crisis or secret war.

Hickman’s Secret Wars


A long time ago in, what seems from this vantage point, a Galaxy far, far away Marvel Comics under the editorship of Jim Shooter published Secret Wars it was a big epic storyline conceived so that a bunch of Marvel’s premier heroes could do battle with some of the nastiest bad guys in comic book history. It was a series that preceded DC Comics Crisis on Infinite Earths however Secret Wars was in no way comparable to DC’s wonderful masterpiece.

Writer Jonathan Hickman’s Secret Wars just might be comparable however, a super long form, for superhero comics, storyline that kinda took shape in the writers run on the Fantastic Four and the spin-off series FF (Future Foundation) but really got moving in the writers run on The Avengers and New Avengers.

Here was a truly apocalyptic tale, one that couldn’t be easily resolved by super people smashing something or even by a bunch of super geniuses thinking of a solution to the problem of the end of Earth, of all Earths throughout the vast Marvel multiverse. In a way it was less grand than DC’s Crisis on Infinite Earths but it felt more epic, it felt more mythic.

Comic book writer Grant Morrison wrote in his book Supergods, my favourite book, that superheroes are the modern age’s new myths and legends they’re Herakles and Jason re-imagined for an age of wonders, because let’s face it we live in an age of wonders okay we don’t for the most part recognise that we do, or embrace that we do, but we really do and it’s a shame, I think, that we don’t celebrate this age of wonders.

In addition to writing Supergods Grant Morrison in some, but not all, of his superhero comic books touched upon the grand epic mythic-ness of superheroes for me the prime example is his work for 2000 A.D. in the form of Zenith that eventually led to a tale featuring dozens of superheroes from across multiple Earths forging together to stand against the horrors of the Lloigor, kind of Lovecraftian multi-dimensional space gods or cosmic monsters.

Marvel Comics hasn’t really, in my opinion, embraced the idea of their characters being mythic in nature the characters tend to be more down to earth than those appearing throughout DC Comics. They have a variety of psychological problems, nearly all of the superheroes are flawed, have mental health issues, make disastrous mistakes but in the end they tend to triumph over evil while at the same time receiving a hard time from their family, friends, the general public and the authorities at large.

Jonathan Hickman’s Secret Wars puts an end not only to the mundane everyday lives, character and behaviour of Marvel’s superheroes but also to both the Ultimate Universe and Earth-616 (the Marvel universe I’ve always known and loved since first picking up an issue of the Fantastic Four by Jack Kirby and Stan Lee).

Hickman weaved a story that led to the destruction of numerous Earths and thus their universes has it had been established that Earth really is at the centre of the universe, all universes, and somehow binds the universe together to destroy an Earth is to save, or destroy, a universe. The Illuminati (Reed Richards, Doctor Strange, Black Panther, Namor, the Beast and Iron Man) actually do doom several Earths to save their own while Captain America’s Avengers make attempt to put an end to The Illuminati all of this end of the multiverse doom and gloom leads to Doctor Strange and Doctor Doom confronting the orchestrators of Earths dooms The Beyonders multi-dimensional all powerful beings that unfortunately in the hands of one comic book artist looked like baked potatoes in suits of poorly rendered armour.

While the last remaining Earths 616 and Ultimate fight each other for survival Doom and Strange stood down The Beyonders and with (A LOT of) help from Molecule Man defeated the creators of the Marvel Multiverse and Doom took it upon himself to try and save some semblance of reality.

Thus was born the new Secret Wars, Doom became a God, or THE God, and created Battleworld an amalgamation of various Marvel Universe realms and realities including X-Men ’92, Age of Apocalypse, Spider-Island and many others.

Reading Secret Wars issue by issue became something of a joke the series expanded several times and gaps between issues meant that when Marvel Comics re-launched their entire line the final issue of Secret Wars hadn’t been published. It didn’t matter much to me, I’m pretty easy going, and enjoyed the comics for what they were regardless of out of phase continuity and unresolved larger plot lines.

Today, Thursday 17th of March 2016, was comic book day, for me, this meant a short, two minute, walk to my local comic book store and the purchase of this week’s comic book goodies, the purchase of which manage to keep me sane, maybe. I happily bought Phonogram volume three, Grant Morrison’s Nameless, Warren Ellis’ Blackcross and Jonathan Hickman’s Secret Wars and what an absolute joy it was to read from beginning to end Hickman’s mythic tale.

There are a lot of good ideas within the confines of the Secret Wars trade if I were to sum up the collected series using just one word I’d choose awesome, yes it’s a word often used out of context these days but in this case, and for me a forty four year old bloke who still loves Marvel Comics, Secret Wars is truly awesome, indeed I dare lay claim that it is AWESOME! I like the emphasis capital letters add to a word, the gravitas the grandeur.

The book begins with a re-cap that let’s a reader know what’s been happening deaths of universes, Reed Richards trying to save a small group of those he determines are worthy, clever superhero science types and their families, but it all goes badly wrong people are lost, including Reed’s family and while all this is happening Doom dares confront and defeat The Beyonders saving millions and stealing Reed’s wife, and fathering Reed’s children.

Though Doom is a super genius he’s also possessive of a super ego so the world he remakes is completely flawed and bound to eventually fall. Naturally there’s a big old conceit in this re-creation of the Marvel Earth some bright spark, perhaps Jonathan Hickman himself, ventured forth the idea that this new world of God Doom should be named Battleworld, much like the world from the original Secret Wars series, but this world would contain multiple variations of our most beloved characters torn from the pages of cherished storylines for example from the X-Men books there’s Age of Apocalypse; E is for Extinction; House of M; Inferno; Old Man Logan; X-Men ’92; X-Tinction Agenda and Years of Future Past, multiple versions of the X-Men, which I had a problem getting my head around, there are other problems with the spin-offs, in the main series, Secret Wars, it’s established, by Doctor Strange, that this Battleworld is only eight years old and that only he, God Doom and Molecule Man remember the previous realities the spin-off titles chose not to recognise these established facts and make  reference to greater lengths of time having passed and even have characters remembering the past realities. It was a flaw in the overall cross company story arc that kinda let it down, it could have been handled so much better and really delved into the mythical nature of these superhero stories I enjoy so much.

Never mind.

Fortunately Hickman’s writing manages the mythic and builds a world that is far more interesting than other writers managed to make use of. For instance there’s the entire death of Earth 616, the 1961 – 2015 birth and death date felt like a punch in my nuts when I first saw it and immediately a great sadness swept across my entire being. I have only known two people, in the entire world, longer than I have known, and loved, Earth 616 its death left me sad for many days, it was a sadness that I experienced upon re-reading that birth and death date, but I managed to get over it far quicker, because as you probably know the Marvel Universe isn’t dead it’s alive and kicking a shade different than before as though Marvel Comics took inspiration from DC’s revamp of Batgirl.

Still powerful stuff something I’d known, and loved, for forty of my years suddenly ceasing to exist. We are strange creatures, we humans, we can feel sadness at the end of fictional creations, the death of unreal people, but turn a blind eye, bury our heads in the sand, to real life tragedies. The Syrian Crisis for example, the administrators of our nations, perhaps at the behest of their lords and masters, are choosing to abandon the last vestiges of whatever humanity they possessed and allow refugees, women and children, fleeing a warzone to die without hint of dignity or by lifting a hand to help those desperately in need and no matter how many ordinary people do something to help it won’t be enough because only our governors can save those desperate lost peoples. Our governors can save us all but choose not to.


Immediately after the death of Earth 616 we’re offered the first fantastic idea of this new Secret Wars, Battleworld is policed by God Doom’s powerful Thor Corps, multiple versions of Mjolnir exist and those deemed worthy are plucked from their homes to see if they can wield the blessed hammer, if they can they become a Thor, detectives, security, God Doom’s enforcers and army. It’s a brilliant concept that should have been used in the regular, all new, Marvel Universe but so far has not.

I was pleased, as a fan of Hickman’s Future Foundation stories to see the super science kids used throughout Secret Wars, they’ve been a breath of fresh air to the Marvel Universe but only Hickman seems capable of using them properly, here in this series the kids, and Dragon Man, are investigators, explorers, philosophers and super scientists tasked with figuring strange things out. Again, and for me, a series featuring the kids exploring the new Marvel multiverse would be a smashing idea, get Jonathan Hickman to write it and Esad Ribic and Olivier Coipel to take turns illustrating story arcs of the comic book and I’d be most pleased.

Hickman pours out some great ideas in Secret Wars, Battleworld is run akin to a medieval fiefdom. The Shield a greater version of the Great Wall of China protects Battleworld from the threats from the Deadlands, Marvel’s Zombies, the Annihilation Wave and the many different versions of Ultron. Molecule Man is the source of God Doom’s power.

Naturally God Doom knows, deep down, he’s made a flawed ridiculous world and that his hold upon it is tenuous at best, Doom, like Thanos, is the biggest threat to his plans of power it’s as though he wills himself to fail before he’s even made a grab for ultimate power. It’s an interesting idea that a person’s uncertainties, ego, arrogance and ignorance are the causes of their downfall. I like it.

God Doom watching everything fall apart senses a hidden hand pulling the strings and at first he believes this hand to belong to the Black Panther enveloped as it is within an Infinity Gauntlet but during their brief battle, reminiscent to that of Mad Jim Jasper’s and The Fury’s in Alan Moore and Alan Davis’ Captain Britain, only nowhere near as good, God Doom defeats the Black Panther but too late realises that the hand behind his present misfortunes belongs to his oldest and most hated enemy Reed Richards.

At the end of the series with God Doom defeated Reed’s son Franklin becomes the creator, not only of the Marvel Universe but the multiverse, bringing into fictional being the idea that Franklin Richards controls the Marvel Universe. Not only does Reed, with the power of Molecule Man at his disposal, recreate the Marvel multiverse, alongside his son, he also manages what God Doom could not restoring Doom’s face.

It’s a beautiful ending to an AWESOME story, the Future Foundation with guardians Reed, Sue and maybe Molecule Man go off to catalogue, reference and explore the all new Marvel multiverse and Hell that’s a series I really, REALLY, want to read in comic books and see onscreen at a cinema or maybe as a TV series it could be America’s answer to Britain’s Doctor Who only on a grander more epic scale.

If only.