December 31, 2012
As 2012 comes to an end, I find myself yet another year older and as the days pass, I also find myself more humble and contemplative. 2012 was a year of division, a year of strife, a year of conflict. Yet it was also a year of hope and a year of dreams. In this spirit, I think that perhaps a moment of reflection is due.
Over the years, I have encountered many whom I consider inspirations. There are those who suffer the worst indignities of disease and suffering yet hold their heads high. There are those who cling to their beliefs of what is right when all others around them urge them to do wrong, and there are those whose upright posture and forthright manner inspire others to be honest and dignified in all aspects of life.
But my hero is Godzilla. He never took any crap from anybody.
He kicked King Kong’s ass and when push came to shove he wasn’t against the occasional low blow.
He knew how to make an entrance. As Leo Durocher once said, he doesn’t enter a place like he owns it, he enters a place like he doesn’t care who owns it.
He never let his prison record set him back either. Whenever I hear people say that there are no opportunities for ex-cons I just laugh.
And above all, he can dance!
You can have your Gamera, you can keep your Barugan, and don’t even mention Spiga in the same breath. This is Godzilla. And this is my hero.