It would appear that I've offended the delicate sensibilities of my former chum, Tristan Riddell. He wrote a semi-coeherent screed defending his haughty judgments of others on the Internet deemed, with a unilateral decree, in need of an education about Deathstroke.
I've received more than one concerned notice from listeners of the network about what his harsh words and demeaning tone must have done to my heart; nay, he struck at my very soul. But I am made of sterner stuff than he bargained, and I rise again to answer this challenge.
If you've not yet read his rambling online missive, I invite you to do so before proceeding.
Right at the beginning, he accuses me of a lack of imagination, which is revelatory in his own way. Since his argument is largely one of fantastical invention, I think “imagination” was the word most readily available in his cortex.
Mr. Riddell doesn't bother to refute my arguments so much as misdirect the humble reader with ad hominem attacks playing on my proud Italian heritage. While it's as clever as you can expect after hearing him on Nerd Nuptial and The Senate Floor, you know that this is all smoke and mirrors. He distracts from the many shortcomings inherent in his argument by making references to Julius Caesar and Roman rule that are as lacking in historical understanding as Franco Zeffirelli's regrettable adaptation of Hamlet (1990).
The core truth is that Tristan doesn't like that he's exposed as a Nerd Elitist. While such a show would be an intriguing addition to The Nerd Party network, and allow him to show his true colors more regularly, it's frankly disappointing. When I joined this network, I was promised it was inspired by a spirit of egalitarianism and fraternity. I had no idea Tristan would have such an elevated opinion of himself! Perhaps success has poisoned his once-virtuous heart.
He has now openly declared in his wanton way that he wishes for the hosts and listeners of this excellent network, home to such quality fare as Aggressive Negotiations: A Star Wars Podcast, airing weekly on The Nerd Party, to strew the ground about his feet with rose petals as he dispenses obscure comic book knowledge. Of course, if you challenge his knowledge and conclusions, be ready to have your feet held to the fire. Oh, for the heady days of medieval lordship!
He advances further that he is a sympathetic “obsessed individual” deafened by my cries that he should bend to the needs of an “hysterical crowd.” Nothing could be further from the truth! I merely asked him to show the same kind of mercy and forbearance he'd expect in an area where he lacks expertise. While there are too many to list here for the sake of a concisely digestible article, let's start with reading comprehension.
If you refer to my piece and read it with a critical eye, as opposed to the defensive eye of one scorned with truth, you'll see that Tristan fails to address a key point. Namely, it is that regardless of character origin, the inclusion of Deathstroke is still likely inspired by Deadpool's cinematic success. As the DC movies are a dismal, shadowy reflection chasing the glimmering success of Marvel Studios, the argument hardly needs more elucidation.
He then praises himself for using his bully pulpit to “educate” those who are, by implication, not dedicated enough to know comic book esoterica as well as he. This “learned man” deigned to illuminate the unwashed masses after castigating them for their lack of insight.
How gracious indeed!
I assure you that as much as it has strained network relationships for me to speak truth to his power, I will continue on at The Nerd Party to fight for the reasonable listeners . You deserve no less for dedicating your time and attention to Aggressive Negotiations, Filibuster, Nerd Nuptial and The Senate Floor. I will not be chased away from this debate. I will not be ignored. I deserve an explanation.
Thank you for your support and care.