
No, I’m not going to roll back 2008 and sing about change with my unicorn riding President-elect. I’ve had my fun and now I’d like to think about tomorrow. One man comes to mind when I think of a better world, and his name is Master Legend. I read about him in Rolling Stone magazine, and it seems to me that it’s high time to build someone up instead of tearing someone else down. Read the article and get back to me. It’s worth the time.
Once upon a time in New Orleans, there was a young boy who became a superhero when he triumphed against evil and beat the bloody pulp out of his abusive father. On that day, Master Legend came to be and learned how to use his special powers for justice, in the name of dignity. Master Legend prefers peaceful resolutions, but he is not afraid to deliver punishing blows to bad guys, as needed.

Master Legend is a man of considerable wealth, if you were to factor such a thing in terms of personal enrichment instead of cash. What good is cash unless you can give it away to people who need it? Master Legend does not care of he has been evicted. He will move his headquarters elsewhere and battle evildoers from a new, unpublished location.
Working without a budget? That takes a special kind of bravery.
My hero of 2008, Master Legend, is a grown man wearing a silver costume, lives in a beat-up shotgun shack and drinks Busch beer. He doesn’t just “help people out”. No! He goes on covert missions! Master Legend has weapons with voltage and shiny tools that he made himself - NO PROBS. Every new day has a purpose. Oh, how I wish I could be with Master Legend in Florida, combating staph infections by providing the homeless with clean socks. I would be grateful to ride with his posse and save turtles from ruthless land developers! I hate crackheads, too! Sign me up.
If the world needs a masked crusader, if a selfless optimist wearing nut-smushing spandex can save us, then I want to be a part of that world. Count me in.
Master Legend, long may you wave!
