Comments on: Lesson 1: Barack Obama & Youngblood http://www.thellanoidea.com/metropolis/2009/02/lesson-1-barack-obama-youngblood/ regularly scores over 6,000,000 points Tue, 24 Mar 2009 20:51:10 -0700 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.2 hourly 1 By: JP http://www.thellanoidea.com/metropolis/2009/02/lesson-1-barack-obama-youngblood/comment-page-1/#comment-4 JP Wed, 04 Feb 2009 02:11:46 +0000 http://www.thellanoidea.com/metropolis/?p=9#comment-4 Oh god. "Once he fixes all the rules." The implications. Rob Liefeld's art may not be merely inept or inaccurate, <i>it may be a critique of human anatomy</i>. Whereas we may see the David, or David Beckham, or David Ward and behold the perfection of human form - the symmetry, the mathematical symphony of sinew and muscle and know that beauty is <i>real</i>, not just an abstraction but a tangible entity that is all around us and hearkens us to acknowledge its prescence - where we all see that Rob Liefeld sees a pitiful wraith, desperate for a barrel of thigh and a pec shelf. A paucity of pouches. And only he knows. And he watches us, in our Pythagorean ignorance, and he weeps for us. He has tried to show us a better world. He sent us his only son, Stephen Platt, and we turned on him. Forgive them, Rob Liefeld, for they know not what they do. Oh god. “Once he fixes all the rules.” The implications. Rob Liefeld’s art may not be merely inept or inaccurate, it may be a critique of human anatomy. Whereas we may see the David, or David Beckham, or David Ward and behold the perfection of human form – the symmetry, the mathematical symphony of sinew and muscle and know that beauty is real, not just an abstraction but a tangible entity that is all around us and hearkens us to acknowledge its prescence – where we all see that Rob Liefeld sees a pitiful wraith, desperate for a barrel of thigh and a pec shelf. A paucity of pouches. And only he knows. And he watches us, in our Pythagorean ignorance, and he weeps for us. He has tried to show us a better world. He sent us his only son, Stephen Platt, and we turned on him. Forgive them, Rob Liefeld, for they know not what they do.

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