Hulk is a superhero unlike any other. He doesn’t possess the insecurity and hesitation of Spider-Man, nor the cynicism of Superman. Hulk is different because he is authentic. He doesn’t need to suppress his hatred or bottle up his rage. On the contrary, his hatred is his fuel; his anger, his superpower. You wouldn’t like to be near him when he’s angry.
The little men in uniforms are both ridiculous and fragile without their fiery toys and weapons of death – or so Hulk thinks as he leaps far beyond their sight. Mid-air, a shadow of a smile crosses his face, recalling the tiny, chatterbox creatures who actually believe the truth of their own lies.
Men don’t know how to run with their own feet, strike with their own hands, or bite with their own teeth. They are dependent on tools and machines to move, to kill, and to crush. Hulk’s body is the bullet itself, the blunt force of the attack, and his strength is a renewable source of pure energy. Yet, despite his nature, Hulk is tender when protecting Bruce’s beloved- even though he despises Bruce with every fiber of his being.
It is difficult to want to be like the Hulk, but we can certainly understand him. His cry of revolt could easily be our own. Like him, we become indestructible when we refuse to conform to tyranny and transform our hatred of injustice into our greatest strength.
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