At no time was I given permission by Marvel to borrow their trademarks.
Other than my Mom trying to get me to go to bingo, I have no social life and
thus, probably am not going to be fun suing.
Have fun!
Yer ol' pal,
The Bud.
In Contemplation
Sometimes I feel as though my "family' dosn't respect me. All the "old man"
is to them is a wad of money, seemingly. Occasionally, they will do something to
change my mind, such as putting a blanket on me when I fall asleep in my study chair,
but, all too often, my "children" have no problem leaving me or betraying me.
Peter accusing me of his sister's death, Jean, my first student, turning on
me because she felt I gave up on Scott and the countless times Gambit
has felt free to spout off forthe slightest infraction. But they always come back when
they WANT something. How many times has Logan left the team, or even my ever loyal
"adopted son" Scott? I gave up everything for my X-men! Ameila, Moira,
and Lilandra! Every chance at happiness I ever had was sacrificed for those ingrates!
But then, how many times have my beloved "children" sacrificed for me and my dream?
How many have perished? Some have "died" many times for me and mine.
Many gravely harmed and maimed. Was just one of them worth all the
" hey, your head looks great! What'd you do, wax it?" gibes and pokes I've
endured at Robert's hands? Is their dedication to the dream worth the
painfilled words lobbed at me for my decisions? I just don't know anymore.
Did I "raise" a group of people willing to throw their lives away for
little more than nothing? Cyclops was always looking for a way to please
me and perhaps, just perhaps I was to hard on him. He's gone now because of
My expectations. Jean was right,I had killed him, But Scott did it to save us.
At one time,I knew all of my team members on a deep and personal level, now it's
just a bunch of strangers living under my roof. I mean nothing at all to them.
But just perhaps, if all goes well, all will be righted again.