Look! Up in the sky...its a bird...its a plane...its...its...

I'm an old person, the only thoughts I have these days are about...............yesterday and the long lost past. 

EDIT:  I didn't click on the link, sorry

It was a bird.

*Wizard, one eye plastered with bird poop, gropes for a paper towel.

No, It's Ross on steroids and caffeine!!!   

Don't no 'bout steroids but the caffeine......................whooooooooooosh!!!

The vid wouldn't play for me... so I'm guessing it was a South Siberian Snotgobbler sneaking out for snivel snacks.

There again, it may have been a Mongolian meat maggot marching moronically to maniacal mayhem.

In either event, it doesn't pay to be a self-styled superhero spending superfluous time squatting in a cell.

It's a guy who's spent too much time alone with his comic books and video games......SuperGeek!

Yeah but think of it this way. What if it spreads like Occupy? Nothing like a bunch of wannabe do-gooders muckin' up the joint. Oh......dang! We already got a bunch of wannabe do-gooders muckin' up the place and they all live in DC. Go figure.

I'd hate to think, then, what he would have become if he had spent too much time alone with his Playboys and Pron vids.

It's somebody with a mental illness.

Thing is he actually think he's helping people.

Yeah, I used to dress up in a Robin Hood suit and try to rob passing horsemen to give to the poor.

Think I was a few centuries late, tho.... everyone I saw was getting around in horseless carriages.

So instead of jumping out of trees and bushes you swung down from lamp post and jumped out from behind mailboxes? Interesting. And your nic was.....

I would LOVE to do that, dress up in a wikked costume (mine would have cat ears OF COURSE) prowling around at night, looking for crime happening....apprehending the criminals.... save people, ect.....i truly would!

what a life!!!!

my choice of weapon....... a knife, just  a kickass knife....

trade marks  always with a cig and a cola sometimes... always in black

catch phrase "your my next meal motherf&&&ker"

Like Flatman and Ribbon you'd need a sidekick.

Techno mi to the rescue with her trusty sidekick Nishuki. I love it! 

Swinging down from lamp posts?  Jumping from behind mail boxes?  Who do you think I am, Metroman?  Besides, you just don't do that shit when you have disabilities. [not only that, I wouldn't want a superhero name that sounds like or could get confuseded the Win 8 GUI]

Swinging?  Well I had to quit that when I could no longer afford the Viagra.

Jumping from behind mail boxes?  Well, the element of surprise is completely gone when you are hindered by and trip over your zimmer frame.  And how was I supposed to fire a bow and arrow with that confounded contraption?  No thanks, you can pin the Metroman tag on somebody else.

No, I was more a sit in a comfy chair on the footpath kinda superhero, and I'd hide my bow and arrow underneath a blanket until the rich folk approachethed.  Trouble was, unless I got it in the window [which was very rare.. I wasn't that good a shot], the arrow would bounce of the metal exterior of the damned car and they'd get away.

So yeah, my days as a superhero were numbered pretty much before I even started.  However, it was a beautiful idea... to be a modern day Robin Hood and relieve bankers and other parasite high-ups of their ill-gotten gains.

Well, while his actions were certainly ambiguous, I'd have to applaud his, ummm, intentions? Ambition? Concern? Zeal?

Then again, It just may be that I'm jealous of his ability to still wear polypropylene and Kevlar, ya?

Yeah, me too.  Shoot, I'd like even to be able to squeeze into my fav old jeans... that'd be a start.

Maybe this guy should chill out and wait for the Avengers movie to come out, he can get dome pointers from them. Or go back to reading comic books. Better than getting beat over the head by some young chick's handbag.

Uvah, you're f**king brilliant, man.   F**king Brilliant!

That's it, this numbnuts is seeking the attention of females [other than aunts and his mother], and this is the only way he feels confident to meet with them face to face... in a silly suit and a mask.  And with that skin tight leotard hugging his crotch ever so tightly, he's hoping they will notice how pleased he is to meet them and jump his bones.

Me, I blame his parent for this.  Obviously as a teen he was up in his room reading comics AND Playboy mags at the same time, and when you mix the two together you're bound to run into trouble, as has happened here.  What happened is a short circuit of sorts, and when the power came back on to his brain he's thinking chicks and superheroes go hand in hand, like Lois and Clark, but in a more X rated way than is seen on telly, which is why he was out there cavorting about in a crazy superhero getup.  Yup, he was hoping to pull a bird or three.