London time-traveller throttles Stan Lee in crib

Two hundred years after the Revolutionary War, this guy still bears a grudge. From the London Telegraph:

I have the plot for a new Hollywood sci-fi blockbuster. A film buff survives a heavy dose of radiation only to find he can travel through time. He heads straight back to New York in December 1922 and throttles an infant Stan Lee before he can grow up and create Spiderman, The Fantastic Four, X-Men, The Hulk and so many more. Mankind is saved from a twilight cinema world of dire superhero films, American children grow up reading real books and no fashion designer ever tries - as Marc Jacobs did last year - to do underwear as outerwear.

A New York banker who knows too much about comics explained that the lycra-clad ones are his country's mythology and tap into the American psyche, specifically its reverence for individualism, self-advancement and triumphing over adversity. I wondered whether the current vogue for flawed, alienated superheroes reflected America's current position in the world. Yes, he said, superheroes could be therapeutic too.

To be fair, the reporter also catches up with NYC's own Superheroes Anonymous, a film project featuring ordinary do-gooders who dressed up in superhero costumes:

The founder of a group calling itself Superheroes Anonymous told me his masked members "externalise their desire to do good in the most extreme way possible... by changing their physical identity". They include Red Justice, a substitute teacher from Queens who wears red boxer shorts over jeans and encourages young people to give their subway seats to others. The Cleanser, a Manhattan lady in a white cape and yellow rubber gloves, picks up litter. The Super is a caretaker in Brooklyn. He fixes taps and does electrical work for people in need. He does it in a red cape, green suspenders and green tights under black soccer shorts.