Alright, so an actor who played someone who never really existed, died.
Someone who was too busy in his own fantasy world to care about cripples until he became one, wheeled around to important places and was given a mic because he was famous.
And this bastard even learned to wiggle his finger, to Rosie and Barbra’s amazement… how? With his one-of-a-kind spirit? No. Because he could AFFORD to have beautiful women move him around in a pool every day. Because he was rich.
Every Superman movie was worse and worse. Admit it. Just ADMIT it.
There has never been a superman. You never gave the stem cells a chance. You denied him his body of steel, and then you watched him die.