In the 1960s, when I was growing up, there was no internet, or video games. There was TV, and comics. TV at the time was a golden age compared to the toxic waste on TV today; The Rifleman, Greenacres, Bonanza, Gunsmoke, and numerous Westerns, celebrated the West. That changed by the late 1960s, early 1970s, with TV then moving to things like soap opera Number 96, with the first full frontal nude, which was testing the boundaries and made the news. At that time, I turned off TV in disgust, as a young Christian conservative, and devoted my time to science, mainly biology and Bible studies and prayer. Until 1970 I had read Marvel comics, in the days of Stan Lee and Jack Kirby. Fantastic stories from Lee, and legendary artwork from Kirby, on the Fantastic Four, and Thor. There was Spider-Man too, with Steve Ditto, I think. The stories are adventures that stretched the imagination. But I think around the time of Fantastic Four # 103, Kirby left Marvel. About the same time, stories started to get more political, with a Leftist base. I remember as a 13-year-old saying to myself as I left the newsagent in disgust after looking through the month’s offerings, not buying my last comic, something has gone wrong here; we have been betrayed. I was saddened by what had been lost, but with hindsight, this was never part of my people’s culture to begin with. As I see it, the whole concept of a superhero was pagan and anti-Christian. It was toxic then, and is now, the whole genre.