Last night, while suffering through another soul-crushing “big game,” my brain wandered off and landed on something that’s been bugging me since I was a kid reading comics.
The elite love announcing exactly what they’re going to do to us… years in advance. It’s like their favorite little gotcha. They can’t help themselves. They have to rub our noses in it first.
Why Do Supervillains Always Monologue?
Remember those old comic books? Every single supercrook would stand on a rooftop, cackling, laying out their entire evil plan in glorious detail. And you’d think, “Why the hell would you tell the hero exactly how you’re going to destroy the world? That’s stupid.”
