The end of the holiday season is here and by holiday I mean Christmas, because fuck New Year's Eve. As a self identified Atheist, I often get asked if I celebrate Christmas. I am proud to say that I do in fact celebrate Christmas. This is not due to any family obligation or tradition, rather it is because I am not an Atheist.
For a long time I was an Atheist, but now I have heard the truth. I have heard the message of the one true lord, King, and Savior of this world. His words have touched my soul and have enriched my spirit. I truly feel His words have enriched every aspect of my life. His words are now my inspiration. I love Him, in a purely platonic way that has nothing to do with fishsticks.
I would urge all within the sound of my voice to seek out His words. If you miss out on His message, His spirit, the very essence of His being, you are missing out on one of the purest joys this world has to offer. I take it as a point of pride to say the following: I am a loyal and dutiful follower of Yeezus.
Take your normal superhero origin story. Guy gets powers, guy realizes he has powers, guy goes out to save the world. Now factor this in: the guy has a score to settle.
Everybody wonders what it is that makes them who they are. The Hawk thought that question was securely answered. However a meeting with a boy in a hospital causes him to question everything. Why he is, who he is, what he is, and even if he is.
Eleven years after the events of Consequences Of Mayorust, The Hawk finds himself dealing with many of the same issues that many of us deal with: A less than satisfying job, co-workers of variant annoyance, and a romantic life is unhealthy at best. Thrust into all this is Madison Medina, a well meaning woman who's adversarial relationship with The Hawk morphs into a kind of friendship. Madison, in addition to learning more about herself and her abilities, help to reveal deeper problems inside the organization both she and The Hawk work for.
In every workplace there is a person. A person who doesn't talk to anyone, has walled themselves socially, and seems openly hostile to everyone. Every workplace has this person, even if you don't know of such a person, they're there. The Black Robin Christmas Carol is the story of one of these people. It delves into who this person is, why this person is, and how this person can change for the better.
There is a story. A story of pain, a story of loss, a story of unspeakable horrors, a story that has not been given it's proper attention. Some are ignoring this story. Some are unaware of this story. Some know of this story but are complicit in it's darkness. This is a story that must be told. Told so that the good can stop it and the bad can feel shame for it.
When I thought up thig blog, the name I first thought up was "Random Bullshit". Quickly I recognized that this name would put some people off. Then I thought of the name "Random Bull****". That seemed to be to much clutter. Then I was inspired with the name that dons this blog today.
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