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I think Marvel listened to me. Stan Lee had this deal. You could send them ideas for super heroes & villains; and story lines. It was giving away ideas. I saw the importance of comics. I tried to help make the comics better.
Early in my life I got maybe 8-9 “No Prizes”. That was an empty envelope with nothing in it. No prize. I was still sending them ideas in my 20’s till I married.
One was for Deadpool. He’s supposed to be the bizarro me from the bizarro universe. I already explained that here.
Here’s some other thoughts I had. I actually had photocopies of these letters from many years ago. It’s so funny. When Deadpool first appeared in the movies my kids went crazy. Dad. This super hero is just like you. Two swords. Never stops talking. Endless trash talk. Afraid of nothing. Even the splitting a bullet with a sword. I’d tell my kids I could do that. Not true. But I can kill a fly out of the air with either sword. Or I could until recently. Unlike the comic I’m not immortal. I seem to slowly be dying.
Its so funny. I thought i destroyed all of that. Then one of my kids found a drawing of Deadpool I made in the early 1980’s. And a similar drawing from the 1970’s. He asked how I drew Deadpool in the 1970’s. I am Deadpool. He’s also found a stash of my old martial arts weapons. So funny.
Moving on. I felt Thor should get a bigger hammer that looked more like a Vikings because society was changing. I felt Cap could get his old one. He’d have two non lethal weapons then. One offensive. One defensive. I used to target practice and train with two weapons at once. I’m very skilled. So why not give Cap one of my skills? He’s supposed to have all of our best skills.
I felt Cap should give one of his shields to the Falcon or another black male hero.
I felt the old white males should mostly go off into space or other dimensions. Humans need to leave earth. Smart kids read comics. Why not inspire them? Space is our only long term future.
As for why replace the heroes on earth with females & minorities? I used to help people. I’ve saved lives. Done a lot of good. But I noticed something. When I saw someone holding a door; pulling over to help someone; firemen; EMTs; soldiers, etc. it was almost always white males. They reproduce slow. This nation and world will have fewer white males in the future. I felt others needed to be able to see themselves in comics. I myself always had very diverse friends. Same for my kids.
I felt little kids of every race; sex; and orientation, needed to feel like they could be heroes too. The old white male heroes would be off in space and other dimensions doing heroic things. A diverse group of young heroes would be here. Why not?
We need to inspire good people. Why shouldn’t a young black gay man feel that he could go save a little white boys life? Why shouldn’t he want to send money to Saint Judes? We have to teach all children that we all can love and care. Oh; Deadpool is the bizarro form of me. I’m really quite boring most of the time. But I do talk endless trash. And I really do believe I can kick anyone’s butt. I’m just nice.
I was a massive build good looking blond with blue eyes. Yet I risked my life to save a little black girl. Why shouldn’t a black man be willing to risk his life to save a little white boy? We can’t just let black children see gang bangers and basketball players. Anger. At some point they have to see kind hearted black men too. They need hope. They need to feel no matter how hard life is they can still be a good person.
So why not have a black man with Caps shield? There can be two shields. Old Cap can sail around in space. It’s Marvel. They can always make him young again.
But in the end what do I know? I’m just some old sick person heading for that final finish line.
Oh I don’t want credit for anything Marvel does. If you hand someone a seed; and they have a garden of flowers years later, they did all the work. You just cast out a few half baked ideas.
I do think it’s funny that my kids figured out I’m Deadpool. Finding the old drawings and weapons proved it to them. Well. I’m bizarro Deadpool. I’m the Red Ninja. That’s what I called myself in the early 70’s. I became something way cooler later. Much cooler than Deadpool. I have thousands of ideas better than him.
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I'd like to confess that I pee in swimming pools. It's just such a relief to pee wherever you are standing. My dad and I do that for 15 years now and it's fun.
I’m DEADPOOL. That’s right, I’m the real Deadpool. No I’m not crazy. I’ll leave a secret code that only those who really know me could figure it out. WMHRSNSCARDCESCAECKAGCFLFWAHACLJ. Only the few who really know me could decipher that.
I started making up characters as a kid. Deadpool started in the 70’s. That’s right. Your getting the real origin of Deadpool.
I had some old comics. In one of them the Shadow fought a Ninja dressed in Red on a sub. My favorites were Cap & the Avengers, & Batman. But I liked this red ninja. So I made me as a super hero named “Red Ninja” when I was really little. In time the character got a much better name.
Over time he got cooler names. I won’t tell you his real name. My real character he became in my 20’s is very similar to Deadpool. I like mine better.
When I nearly died recently I destroyed all my 1,000’s of characters & their back stories. Old drawings. I’d hoped to one day draw my own comics, or let my children. But I’m near death so it’s not going to happen. No one wanted them. So I shredded them. I had to move into a tiny place. I had some way cool stuff though.
Starting in the early to mid 80’s I sent some of my worst characters & some ideas to Marvel Comics. I was going to use the good ones for my own comics. I’m pretty sure I saw one of my characters vaguely in a comic. Very vaguely. Either way I got some No Prizes. Empty envelops. The first one I wrote & said I didn’t get a prize. The prize was no prize, an empty envelope. You just give them ideas for characters; stories. But it becomes their property. You give it away.
Well; somewhere around 1990 or so; while in college, I decided to send Marvel one of my mediocre characters. I kept the best to myself. I was offered an art scholarship, but pursued other stuff.
Please realize I “gave” them the character. Just a rough idea. I did not give them my real character. I honestly don’t even remember what all I wrote in the letter.
In no way am I claiming anything beyond a rough idea. They apparently took a vague idea & made something cool out of it. So the character is completely theirs. I merely gave them a seed to plant & grow. Im not even certain they used my idea. The visual; mannerisms, & name make me convinced they did. Either way; I gave it away for fun, so who cares.
Around this time I was still collecting comics; but I stopped. That’s why I mailed this to them. My life was fixing to change dramatically. No more time for childish things. No more collecting comics. So since I doubted I’d ever pursue my comic ideas; I gave Deadpool (not my characters real name) away as a joke. I wanted to see if “I” could live on in the comic books, in case I died on a battle field. I loved Marvel. If they thought him/me worthy of being a super hero/villain, then it would mean my much better characters would be cool if I ever made my own comics. I had 100’s better than Deadpool.
Well I forgot all about it. No more kids stuff for me. My kids got into all the super hero stuff many years later. One day my daughter said dad. You have got to watch this movie called “Deadpool”. He’s just like you. I scratched my head. Realize my character has a different name. But I’m pretty sure I called the alternate less fleshed out version of red ninja; the bad “punisher” like pretend version of me, “Deadpool”. The one I mailed Marvel.
She said he’s just like you. The guy who plays him looks a lot like you (not really. But I am attractive. And I married a beautiful woman). He talks endless trash. Is always trying to be funny. Uses two swords and guns at once. Wears a red ninja outfit. Never shuts up. Cusses. Can do all that ninja gymnastics stuff like you. He’s you. Huh? That did sound like me.
So I watched the movie; remembered sending the idea to Marvel, & laughed my butt off. She asked what was funny. I said that is me. That’s really me as a super hero. I mailed that idea to Marvel before I married your mom way back in college. I didn’t know they made it into a super hero. Of course she didn’t believe me.
Now let’s be clear. I’m not taking credit for the character or anything. I can’t even remember what I mailed them. I had been drawing characters since age 7 or so. Red Ninja had been me since the 70’s.
I was finally giving up buying & collecting comics. No more drawing & expanding characters. I was putting all of that away & growing up. Time to leave college & start life. I never thought of that stuff again till she made me watch the movie. She was right though; that was me, especially back in the late 80’s & early 90’s.
I won’t bore you with the whole story & details. Nor can I remember what all I actually even mailed them. But either way; I gave it to them. Looks like they used it. I was hoping someone would turn it into a character. That if I died I’d still be alive in a sense as a super hero. Just a private joke. So in my mind anyways; I pulled one on Marvel, got them to turn me into a super hero of sorts.
So since I have no clue what I mailed them I’ll show why my daughter saw the similarities. She had seen me training with two swords at once. And two knives. She’d seen me throw weapons & shoot guns with both hands. I’m an expert marksman with near any weapon, with both hands.
I do know martial arts. I have easily beaten multiple black belts with my mixed fighting style in training. I have extremely fast reflexes. Makes me really hard to fight. When I sent it in I had finally managed to slim my muscular body down from 275 lbs to under 250. To para jump or slide down ropes out of copters you must weigh under 250. I was so lean and low fat I had cuts & veins everywhere. I thought Deadpool having healing powers like Wolverine would be great. Instead of claws he’d use two swords & pistols like me. He’d have my agility; athletic ability; super strength (I was a power lifter). Only magnified for comics of course. I’m the lame real life version.
I was very conceited about my appearance & abilities. I talked endless trash. Cussed none stop. I never shut up. I still have a constant smile. I try to be funny and constantly try to make people smile & laugh. A crowd once watched me fight several men. They say I was turning flips. Doing crazy moves. Like Deadpool. And the whole time I was telling jokes and talking trash. That’s true. Like Deadpool.
I used to run track. I could nearly touch the top of a basketball backboard. Great at long jumping.
I was being trained by an ex special forces relative & was intending to join the military soon, which is why I mailed off the idea for Deadpool to Marvel. Letting go of my childish ways. Would be no more time for that. After I mailed it off o bought no more comics. Drew no more characters. I was done.
I had a relative of sorts who used to work with me some. He was impressed by my marksmanship. He had been a soldier & then soldier for hire. Mercenary. I was a great marksman so he thought I should try that after the military.
Well in high school & college I found myself living in this high crime gang controlled inner city. At night it was a war zone. Cops were afraid to come in there at night. So if you got caught up in something you were on your on. Like the fight I just talked about.
Starting as a little kid I used to fight to protect others. I slowly learned to mostly be quiet & passive in school. Until I moved into the gang area. Sometimes I’d fight to protect others. But not in front of teachers. At school I had fought to protect any weak loner. I don’t care what color you are. Religion. Gay. I would protect anyone. In my eyes we are all the same.
Well; those of you who work & goto school full time know, your rarely home. At night I’d wake up to gang activity. Screaming. Gun fire. Fights. People buying & selling drugs. Drug dealers are the root problem in these neighborhoods.
I’ve fought and been chased by gangs in high school. Been shot at just for walking home. Kids on those streets know what I’m talking about. I learned to mind my own business. But a few times I had to go out into the dark night. Batman.
Ninja movies were getting popular. I always trained with two knives & pistols at this time. So now I added two ninja swords.
So around the time I sent this to Marvel I’d snuck out at night & stopped a few crimes when I heard screaming. Usually only for a woman or child. Not dressed as a ninja. I’m the real guy.
I’ll give one example. I heard a woman yelling for help. I went running out. A very large man was trying to attack her with an ax handle. Trying to break thru her window. She was protecting her child. So I fought & disarmed him. Made him run away. Then I had to talk to the cops. Witnesses confirmed my story & I got off. People would watch. But not interfere. I’m lucky people liked me enough to speak up for me a couple of times. Had it been gangs they probably would not have. No one calls the cops on drug dealing gangs. They will do drive byes & stuff. Unlike Deadpool, I can’t magically heal.
I only did these things a few times. Real life isn’t a movie. But my friends had saw me in action. My wife had told my kids those stories & about the time she watched me fight & save another woman. And of course talk to the cops yet again.
In real life once you save the day; you then get to talk to cops; teachers, bosses. You get kicked out of school; paddled; almost arrested; fired. Real life isn’t a movie.
So Deadpool wasn’t really me. He was like an alter me. A bad version of me. He would go off into the military for special forces like I was planning. Be a Merc like I was contemplating. But he’d be half nuts. He’d decide to take out drug dealers and criminals to stop crime at the source. You know that voice in your head that you ignore. Hey go do this. You know better from listening to that voice as a kid. Don’t listen to that crazy voice.
That is the real problem in these neighborhoods. Drugs fuel the gangs. Addiction destroys people. Gangs strike fear in neighborhoods. Everyone is afraid to call or speak to cops. Cops are afraid to come there at night. They arrive way too late & in large numbers. By the time they do it’s usually too late.
So the goofy one in the movies does act a lot like me. Obvi I’m no nutt super hero. I’m the real guy. I based the character off me. I like what they did with it. Totally different from me. As I said; I mailed in a very vague idea. They appear to have developed it into something cool. But I can’t take credit for any of that. But the behavior & general description are so much like me that my daughter realized it when she watched the movie. They’ve all seen me get right up in the face of would be tough guys and talk trash; joke, & cuss just like Deadpool. They’ve seen me lift up very heavy weight. Shoot two pistols at once. Train with two swords. On & on. I have that endless grin on my face. Im the real Deadpool.
So where did the name Deadpool come from? As a child I was an amazing marksman. I never missed. Some vets nicknamed me Eagle eye & Deadeye. I liked Clint Eastwood. So I called the bad; drug dealer pretend version of me Deadpool. Pretty sure I sent that name in with the idea. But it’s not important.
There was a real Hollywood game. People tried to predict who would die. Then bet money (a pool). So this Deadpool version of me would instead pick which deadly criminals should die. He’d take their drug dealing money. That would be his income. His “pool” of money. Plus; Eastwood had a movie out around that time, “the Deadpool”. I think I was watching it on VHS when I wrote the letter.
Clint Eastwood played a vigilante in Dirty Harry movies. I preferred the spaghetti westerns.
So since I don’t think I’ll be alive much longer I thought I’d secretly confess that I’m convinced I’m the basis for Deadpool. I don’t care if anyone believes me. I did specifically tell them they could have the idea. I did ask them to turn it into a character for Marvel comics. I didn’t send them the real character. He was much more complex and pure. Instead I sent them something I thought people would want to watch & read. This was in the rap anti establishment days. No one liked Cap anymore. I’m a whole lot more like Cap. But no kidding. As I type this there are ninja swords hanging above my bed. There are two pistols on a nightstand by two knives. As I said; Im the real Deadpool. Well; sort of.
What do I look like? Well I’m very sick now. But I’m very lean. Weigh about 255. Very muscular. I was born with blond hair & blue eyes. People say I’m attractive. And I act “a lot” like the character in the movie still to this day. That’s why when my kids first saw the first Deadpool movie they ran in there saying dad, your in a movie, you’ve got to come see this. And yes; I am really that cocky. I’m convinced no one can beat me. I did learn to shut up at times. But I talk endless crap. I crack endless jokes. I never shut up. I have a crap eating grin non stop. I did not go into the special forces for a very good reason. Nor did I become a mercenary. I’m afraid the real me isn’t overly impressive.
I am no kidding wearing a shirt that’s blue with stars on the top. Alternating red and white vertical stripes on the bottom. I just realized that when I looked down. My kids had them made for me I guess. They look like one offs.
OK kids of mine. There it is. Let’s see if you can figure out my code. No one else ever will. I’ll give one of you a clue. See if you can surf the web and find this. Decipher the code. Prove I wrote it. You asked me to tell someone I invented Deadpool. That would be wrong. You can’t give something away. Ask someone to make something of it. Then try to take credit. So here it is. No name or proof. But my admission. One more joke. If you find this and read this have a good life. Now you know where I got the idea. From an old The Shadow comic I owned. Why did I like the red ninja? He was better than the shadow. That’s why when I sent the character to Marvel. Instead of sending them the real character that red ninja became; which I will not reveal here, I gave them a meaner version. A “Punisher” like version. A soldier for hire who didn’t just cross the line; he became a criminal of sorts. Much like Wolverine was in a comic or two. Dark. The opposite of me. Like alternate Superman.
I am very proud of you that you saw me in the way Deadpool acted. You even pointed out how I used to pull your legs & claim I could block bullets with my swords. That’s obvi a lie. But I’m still pretty good for a real person.
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I’m the Real Deadpool part 2. My kids figured this out the first time Deadpool was in a movie. They were watching him in the movie with Wolverine. He was talking endless trash to Logan. Wolverine said something like “don’t you ever shut up”.
My kids and wife came rushing in to get me. Dad, your in a movie. So I went in as they re winded. Yep. That’s me. They went on & on. He talks just like you dad. He’s even smarting off to Wolverine. He never shuts up. He’s not afraid of anybody. That’s me; I’m convinced I’d defeat any other man on earth if he started the fight. And I have always told my kids I can dodge bullets. They’ll say can you really dodge bullets, I’ll say nah, I’ll just cut them in half with my swords. I am a non stop comedy routine.
Growing up I heard that not stop, and as an adult. “Don’t you ever shut up?” No.
I crack endless jokes. I cuss endlessly. I’ve already revealed the real origin on this site. But one of my children tickled me. When the first Deadpool movie came out they were convinced. The non stop trash talk. Two ninja swords. Two guns. Endless cussing. Attitude. All the gymnastics & athleticism. Non stop jokes. The color red. I have a lot of red clothes. But I wear other colors too. Mostly black or camo.
She put it all together. I’d just laugh. So she’s off to college. I was cleaning her room. The kid has Deadpool stuff everywhere. She’d say I know your really Deadpool. I’d say that’s make believe.
So I go into my youngest kids room. He bought a real ninja sword. Colored red of course. I show him my sword collection. All are sets of two. He pulls me back in his room.
Look what I found hid in the garage. Dad you had a ninja outfit. Look at all these weapons. There’s two of everything. Can you show me how to use some of these? He even made me put on the ninja shoes. I laughed. I wear military climbing boots. Not two toed sock shoes. This is not a movie.
So I’m using 2 of each weapon at once. Sai; nunchucks; butterfly swords; butterfly knives; ninja swords, on & on. In real like two K bars are a better choice. But swords look cool.
He was amazed to watch me use a long fighting staff, and chain & sickle at the same time. He’s like wow dad how do you do that? I can spin a 6 foot staff like a baton with one hand; with the other hand I can whip out the chain & snap it back, catching it in the hand still holding the sickle. I got a three sectional staff & started using them like nun chucks. I’d toss them in the air, rotate as I dropped into a low stance, catch them.
Word of caution children. Don’t try any of this. If you play with toy guns paint them in bright colors so they look like toys. Stay in your back yards under adult supervision. If you go around with toy guns some bozo might call the po po. Don’t get killed trying to be cute. There’s a big difference between make believe and the real world. Some old inbred neighbor that watches too many crime shows sees you with a toy gun. Tells the po po your a dangerous criminal. A poor cop pulls up thinking your a deadly criminal. Your life ends. That poor cop has to live with that horror the rest of their life. I’ve seen real death. It’s nothing like in a movie. It’s sad. It sticks with you. I’ve held someone’s hand and prayed for them as they died. Always remember. That’s pretend. I’m about the closest thing to a real super hero as there is, and I’m not delusional. Death is permanent. Enjoy this life. Laugh. Love. Forgive. Be kind. Vote for decent humans.
One of me in this world is one too many. The world needs an army of kind loving people. Sure; I’m entertaining. I’ve saved a few lives. But who has saved more lives than me? Impacted more lives than me? Teachers. Nurses. Firemen. Those are real heroes. I’m just a clown.
I can literally catch flies out of the air, or kill them with my swords. Amazes my kids. I typically just catch them & throw them out side. I’m a very kind person. They laugh when I carefully catch a grasshopper & take it outside. But I will kill a dangerous animal. I’ll smash a poisonous spider without a second thought. In the woods I’ll pass it by, but near my house I take it out. Same for snakes.
I love kittens and kind dogs. I hate pit bulls. Never own an animal that may turn on someone’s child. Your neighbors child is priceless. Your dog is an animal. Never run back into a burning building to save an animal. You are more important.
As I said; I’m the Red Ninja. Deadpool was just a joke I sent to Marvel. Bizarro me. I’d kick his butt. I don’t take credit for him. I gave the idea away. To me it was a joke. Would a deranged version of me be a good character? It let me know my much better characters would be great. I always intended to have my own comics; books; sell my art, but life gets complicated. I thought maybe one of my kids would want it. Nope. So I trashed it all. Too much junk. It’s like trophies and medals. At a certain point they are just a bunch of junk taking up space.
I used to draw comics. I had 1,000’s of characters so much better than Deadpool. The Red Ninja was just some goofy character I started making up as a little boy. He became way cooler than Deadpool. But he was just one of my lamer ideas. I had much better.
I had paintings and art I’d drawn for years. Books I’d hand written. I destroyed them all and sent them to the dump.
But my youngest found an old scrap book. In it was a picture of a ninja from the 1970’s. He showed me that and said look dad. That’s Deadpool. I said no. That’s the Red Ninja. I was never Deadpool. He’s the bizarro opposite universe version of me. Darn it. Thought I tossed out all that mess. So now he’s like wait... Did you invent Deadpool? No. I mailed a childhood idea to Marvel. I gave them an idea. I hoped they’d put it in their comics. It was one of my lamest. I had at least 1,000 better characters. But they invested the time & money into it. The fans made him matter.
But the fans would have never liked the real guy, me! I’m the bizarro Deadpool. The one from this universe. The Red Ninja. Sure; I was talented, but nothing special.
I held the door for elders & females. Helped people in need. I pray for people. I wear a cross. I’d feed the homeless. I stand up for gay rights (no I’m not gay). I will set & listen to the disabled.
Here are a few things I’ve done in my life. If I found learning toys on sale. Coloring books. Washable crayons. I’d buy a buggy full. Find a small school that helps disabled children. Church schools. I’ve even walked up to a public school and had the office walk me to the class for special needs children.
I helped build playgrounds. I’ve walked up & handed over cash for homeless shelters; to buy wheel chairs & crutches for disabled children; to help abused women & children; for the families of fallen police officers. Exciting huh?
I had hopes my kids would want to make something out of my dreams. Instead; they are doing what I taught them, chasing their own dreams.
So I’m just some old guy fading away. I have no delusions. I was one very unimportant person. When I pass only a handful of people will care. The world will not care. So what. Better to be a kind person and not remembered, than remembered for cruelty.
I get to goto Heaven when I die, so that’s as good as it gets.
Here on earth I’ll die broke. But I lived. I loved. I laughed. I entertained. I helped. I protected. I showed kindness. I forgave. I cared.
So maybe I never mattered to the world. But the world mattered to me.
You choose what you are in this world. Don’t let others tell you what you are. You don’t have to be rich or famous to smile and laugh.
Just the other day I saw this over weight young lady with oddly colored hair. I saw she was stressed. People in the restaurant were being rude to her. So I smiled and asked how her day was going. I complemented her hair. Thanked her for working hard. Wished her a nice day. We all matter. The person handing you a burger matters just as much as some dude dribbling a ball in gym shorts on TV. Hey; I could do a 360 slam too, big deal. I’m more impressed when I see someone helping a child learn to walk with crutches. My version of a hero is quite different from most people’s.
No man is so great as a man who will bend a knee to help a child in need.
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i admit that i always pee in the public swimming pool or in lakes because i either think the public toilets are really disgusting or because i just dont want to go that far
One summer afternoon, my mom visited her friend and brought my brother and I. She had a pool! As the wild boy 9 y/o I was, I begged to swim. Having no trunks, I went in my briefs.
They sat outside by the pool as I played and jump off the diving board. Well, the wet undies had to go, I asked if it was fine to take them off. I whipped them off and was a little nervous to get out and be seen naked, but had to utilize the killer diving board.
About an hour later, I started to press my little penis against the jet, getting a raging stiffy. When it was time to get out, I was fully erect. I walked up to get a towel as my moms friend was snickering at the sight. Luckily my brother was inside.
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