I see where Superman’s alter ego, Clark Kent, disgusted over the state of American journalism, has quit his job at The Daily Planet. Honest. It was in all the newspapers. The real ones, I mean.
Clark has joined the ranks of many of us who once worked for Great Metropolitan Fishwraps who left to find other careers in public relations, politics and other unsavory pursuits.
I, personally, went back to working on a farm. I figured that if I am going to spread manure, it might as well be the real kind.
Besides, I keep my hand in the newspaper business, a little. I just don’t do it for Big Idiot-Run Newspaper Companies anymore.
I work with small papers that still practice good journalism as I knew it for most of my career, for which I am grateful.
OK, enough kissing up. Back to Clark.
I always thought he was kind of a drip. At least, that’s how it looked when I started reading Superman adventures, in the Jurassic era. Comics were 12 cents then, (which left 13 cents out of your quarter to get a package of Hostess Cupcakes and still have a penny in your pocket for a gumball).
So, on the one hand, I guess it’s kind of good to see the big Milquetoast standing up for something he believes in.
On the other hand, we should remember that Clark is … oh, how shall I say this? Ah, yes: fictional.
Also made up, not real, a figment of someone’s imagination.