(September 28, 2013 at 7:57 pm)BrianSoddingBoru4 Wrote:Quote:It has the beneficial effect (for DC's writers, at least) of explaining why he won't just snap the Joker's fucking neck the next time he escapes from the loony bin and massacres several hundred people.
Actually, the REAL reason he doesn't kill that Joker is that would justify the tag of vigilante and make the Joker the winner.
Back to the OP, here are a few reasons why I prefer the Bat to the God:
1. Batman punishes evildoers right NOW. God seems to take an I'll-get-round-to-the baby-rapers-when-I-get-to-them.
2. Batman doesn't seek to punish the descendants of criminals. God wants you to suffer for something you're great-grandfather did.
3. Batman's ability to do good is the result of intense preparation and constant effort (and walloping wads of cash). God performs evil with no effort at all.
4. Batman doesn't seek to evict from Gotham City all those who disapprove of him. God help the Israelites ethnically cleanse a LOT of areas.
5. Batman is concerned with punishing evil acts. God is concerned with punishing evil thoughts.
6. Batman has self-imposed moral limits, i.e., there are some things the Bat will not do. God seems disinclined to create moral limits for himself.
7. Batman manages to be moral both as himself and as Bruce Wayne, i.e., The Wayne Foundation. God is a complete shyte in all of his aspects (Father, Son, Holy Ghost).
8. Batman is within the limits of human aspirations. God is not. In other words, people could strive to emulate Batman with a reasonable chance of success.
9. If you don't take Batman seriously, no one claims that bad things will happen to you.
10. Batmobiles are way cooler than chariots.
Boru
You forget the suit. The bat suit is way cooler then a robe
Also god teaches people to be afraid while batman teaches people to face their fears. Hence the bat suit.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
