is that only the saddest, most desperate man in the most pointless existence imaginable would even conceive of thinking of imagining a character as inanely violent and derivative as Deadpool. Or, you know, Rob Liefeld.
I think I said that already. Which is why I feel completely free to insult his artistic ability, dangerously swollen ego, and shiny, shiny forehead as much as I want. I can diarrhea in his shoes and he won't notice. It's incredibly freeing. I hate Rob Liefeld and I hope he dies by exploding slowly.*
*For those of you with the mental capacity to appreciate Rob Liefeld's story-telling abilities, this was an example of satire. I took a generally widespread critique of a popular artist's style and expanded it to buffoonish proportions in order to make a point not only about the absurdity of funneling fanboy rage at artists you may not like, but also at said artist's shallowness and lack of self-awareness, a trait he tends to share with his most ardent fans. I hope you all die, a false statement which, in itself, adds another layer of satire to the comment.
Rob's a Christian so he wouldn't agree with either of us. He's got money, happily married with kids, and he's putting out the critically acclaimed Prophet and the upcoming Supreme: Blue Rose by Warren Ellis. Then you look back at his career: Deadpool! Cable! X-Force! Image Comics! Heroes Reborn! Even as you obviously hate his guts, he makes us all look insignifcant.
I don't hate him. I hate Hitler. Who incidentally also makes us all look insignificant. So don't use personal success as a metric for value. I think Liefeld should learn take some anatomy and creative writing classes, because aside from Image, and the variations on his comics that OTHER artists have had much better ideas and art for (Supreme, Glory, Prophet, etc.) all of his stuff... kind of... sucks. Mark Waid and Alex Ross literally made Kingdom Come as just a huge rebuke to the vapidity of Rob Liefeld. Like, it looks cool, but once you get past the coolness (which many people never do, which is why we have another fucking Transformers movie this summer) there's nothing there but bad art and desperate sci-fi justifications for destroying shit is shiny ways.
Even Deadpool is just a mash-up of Wolverine's powers, Deathstroke's weapons, and Spider-Man's costume, with the bonus of "He's crazy!" in order to justify substituting jokes for character. Billy from Family Circus is more interesting than Deadpool.