Break the chains of Babylon

I'm very angry and upset, but unfortunately not surprised.

I managed to get an interview today with one of the national daily newspapers here in England, (I won't say which one), to become a journalist. I emailed them my CV and spoke over the phone. Both of those went fine, but as soon as I turned up at the offices in London they act like they wanted to call the security guards on me.

I was there early. Dressed smart. Hair tied back, and still they acted like that old lady from my childhood, (see 'First realisation I was Super' - below). The cheeky woman at reception asking me if I was "sure I was in the right place". I felt like turning her to ice there and then, but I'm better than that.

I'm more than qualified to do this job, but in the interview they kept asking me if I had approach any of the 'black press' for work. I asked them, "why? Is it because only dem know how to relate to black people?"

They shifted uncomfortably in their seats and mumbled into their cappicinos.

I know I shouldn't use my super powers for my own gains, but this issue is bigger than just me. I did the Jedi Mind Trick on them (I learnt it from my cousin Luke) and made them offer me the job. If they think they can treat black people like that then it's a good job I come to this place. They won't get away with it again!

Image adapted from: http://www.superherostuff.com/Biographies/SupermanBio.html


My first day reporting for the paper is on Monday. Watch this space.

More Fiyah! JAH Rastafari

I didn't even want to work as a journalist as that's far too cliched for a SuperHero. (Especially for the cousin of Kal-El). I went along to the interview as I had the opportunity, and made sure I got the job just to prove a point. I will never let anyone say I can't do anything because I'm Black, and I wouldn't them do it to anyone else either. That is my First Rule, and my Last Rule.

Don't ever forget that.

One Love

Job Hunting

Greetings.

Although I've got my hands busy with my SuperHero work, unfortunately it doesn't pay the rent. I just picked up the local paper the Evening Post to search for a job.

Thanks to my Crystal memorizing education in Kyrpton I'm pretty much qualified to do anything. Some criticise the system as being all theory with no practical experience, but I think people are just jealous. If they could memorise the whole of the internet in one 15 minute medication burst in a crystal chamber, I'm sure they wouldn't turn their nose up at it.

I don't mind what I do really.

The ones that look most interesting that I've circled are;

office cleaner
primary school teacher
sales assistant
call centre operative
gardener
tv presenter
journalist
milkman
postman
international super model
policeman
assembly line worker in a tomato ketchup factory
fashion designer
feature film producer
and hairdresser

Hmmmmm.....

Image adapted from: http://www.flickr.com/photos/desperateworkingmommas/17217843/

I need to get a job by the end of this week.

Time to arrange some interviews. Wish me luck.

One Love

My first plane journey, and first official act of Herosim

I'm so used to flying everywhere with my red cape, I felt like a sell-out getting on a plane, but I had no choice really. I'm bringing the whole family over from Krypton and had all my luggage and I couldn't really be arsed to bring all that over on my back. You know what I mean?

It was a very strange experience. Not only were the delays at the airport a nightmare. I got frisked 10 times and our plane was delayed due to security checks for 48 hours. Everyone looked really sweaty and nervous, and on the plane I had to protect this poor bloke who was sat next to me from being harassed without provocation by some of the fellow passengers. They wanted him ejected from the plane or kept constantly monitored by the air stewardesses, it seems just because he was Muslim and reading an arabic newspaper. This apparently was "upsetting the other passengers". The air air stewardess said it would be "best for everyone" if he go and sit with them in the staff area to ensure "everyone's safety". Needless to say, in my new duty as SuperDread, I couldn't sit by and let this injustice happen to this poor man.

"If you think you're gonna treat this gentleman like this, then you'll have to take me away as well, and also my whole family." I said heroically.

I won that minor battle, but was promptly arrested as soon as the plane landed along with my new Muslim friend. After spending 5 months in a refugee detention centre somewhere in England, my wife spoke to me for the first time since that humiliating plane trip.

"You idiot!"

After being let go to live in our new high-rise flat in an anonymous English city, my wife betrayed to me her true feelings.

"You idiot!"

She let out a sigh.

"I still love you though you big fool, and am proud of you. No one else would have spoken out for that poor man. He looked so scared."

She gave me a hug and my heart melted. I now realise this superhero lark isn't going to be as easy as I expected, but I was pleased already to have made a small difference. After a drawn out legal & media campaign, my family and the Muslim guy both received a cheque "of a certain amount" as compensation for the humiliation we had suffered on the plane. The air stewardesses and the captain had been given a formal warning.

Although the money came in handy, it wasn't an ideal start. Now every reader of the Daily Mail knew what I looked like due to the publicity. Reluctantly I rang my cousin Clarke Kent for advice. After he stopped laughing, all he said was, "You should go to SpecSavers."

Now, when I'm not SuperDread, I'm Aaron Young, and I wear glasses. When I'm not Aaron Young, I'm SuperDread. Here to save the day.

More Strength. More Love.

JAH Rastafari. Haile Selassie I.

First stop, Ephraim

I've decided that the UK (or Britain, or whatever they call it!) will be the place I'll start my new career as SuperHero. I'd have too much competition if I went to the USA, (and arguably there'd be far too many people to try and save! When would I get a day off?).

Yeah I think Britain will be the place to start. And they have such a cool flag too.

Peace and Love.

First realisation I was Super

Greetings Blessed.

When I was about 14 or 15, hanging out with my mates on the lower east side of Krypton outside the penny arcade, I saw an old woman struggling with her shopping bags.

She was so frail, every footstep took an age and she was all hunched over like a question mark.

I went up to her and offered her my help to cross the road.

She looked at me and screamed something like "get away from me you fuc*ing Ni*ger!", and she ran down the road like an Olympic athlete, still carrying her bags.



Realising I had released some hidden energy in this old woman just by my presence, it was at that moment I realised I had the power to heal.

I told my older cousin Blade about it, and he said more or less the same thing happened to him when he was younger, and that's what spurred him to do his Super work.

I went home, grew my locks, read up on the history of my people, and prepared myself for the training of becoming Superhuman. My cousin Clarke Kent tried to talk me out of if, but I let him have his time, and I just waited for my moment, and now here I am.

One Love.

My First Adventure as SuperDread

My wife has gone out to work, so I have to feed the children!

I need all my strength and patience for this task. I pray for JAH Guidance. Youths need their fathers in this day & age.

Charity begins at home, doesn't it?

One Love.

Why create this SuperBlog?

Greetings.

I was having lunch with my younger sister Storm yesterday, (she is now worryingly pretty and looks more and more like Hale Berry every day I have to say). She is much more experienced in this super hero work than me, and she said, "it's all very well you coming here doing your superhero work, saving people from themselves, blah, blah, blah, but why you doing this nerdy computer blog thing for?"

I said, "Because I've spotted a gap in the market."

She looked at me curious.

I said, "There's nuff people out there doing good works, but who ever gets to hear about it? We know what suspect people like Blair, Bush and the Pope are doing, but who ever gets to hear about the good people?"


Storm asked accusingly, "So you're just doing this to big up your own chest?"

"No no no. I want to help big up other people's chest." I said.

She just looked at me and walked off, muttering, "Huh. We'lll see."

She can very harsh and cynical, my little sister. It was me who nicknamed her Storm, for good reason.

She's also now a committed Christian, and as she drove off in her SUV 4x4 I spotted the 'WWJD' (What Would Jesus Do) sticker on her bumper. I thought to myself, if He was here now this is exactly the type of technology he would be using. Wouldn't he?

One Love.

THE BEGINNING - The arrival of SuperDread

Greetings Beloved.

Some ones in this for the glory, but I know this ain't no joke thing.

The people led astray by temptation and people too busy waiting for a leader when they should be leading themselves. That is my mission. To help people see themselves as their hearts intended. Not as peer pressure or pride intended.

I was born in an urban area of the planet Krypton, but Hollywood distorted that too look like another planet, but it is right here on this rock we call Earth. I won't say in which country. Some have started to call me SuperDread. I am a new kind of superhero. I am not a saviour. I am one of you. I am not perfect, but I am prepared to put my head above the parapit.

My cousin Clarke Kent was hailed as a hero by you all for a while, and he comes back every now and then for celebrated encores, but I assure you I am the real deal. Cast aside by my uncle Jor-El because of my outspokeness and, what they called, my 'ghetto mentality'.

Well I am here now and this is my ghetto theatre, come to save the earth from itself. That means you!

This is just an experiment to begin with so I may get things wrong so please be patient, but as my lovely cousin WonderWoman once said to me, "you've got to give it a go. What have you got to lose?".

So look up to the skies.

Is it a bird?
Is it a plane?
Is it Superman?

No, It's SuperDread! JAH Rastafari. Haile Selassie I!!!

See you around.......