The barista at the the coffee shop I spend a moderate amount of time in (Paleo in Ladd's Addition in Portland in Oregon in the United States of America in North America on Earth in the Sol System in the Milky Way Galaxy in Grunion Guy's Magnificent Candy Sprinkle Universe of Sublime Horror, Passion, and Resignation) has a tattoo on his forearm that says "Practice Resurrection."
I decided to Google the phrase to maybe get a glimpse at why he has that as a tattoo. I'll ask him next time I see him simply because Googling the phrase doesn't actually help me understand why he has it on his arm. Googling the phrase now is simply for my own edification to learn at least something about where the phrase could possibly come from. The most common hit seems to be the last line of a poem by Wendell Berry called "Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front." Interestingly enough, one of the other places I ended up that was discussing the poem's use of the phrase "practice resurrection" place it (obviously) in a religious context. But the phrase used here in the poem seems to be suggesting a resurrection of your mind and the way you think. It's calling for a person to keep changing and growing; to kill your old self when you find yourself in a rut, predictable, afraid to grow. I especially like this stanza:
Expect the end of the world. Laugh. Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful though you have considered all the facts.These three lines could be the sum total of dogma that go along with my Atheism. I hate the way people see Atheists. Atheist means exactly what it means: no belief in God. It doesn't have any dogma or ways to live or any other beliefs attached to it. Perhaps that's why people fear it so. When someone says they're Christian, that, supposedly, lets the other person know a high percentage about them and their beliefs and what choices they might make in given situations. When a person says they don't believe in a God, that's all that statement means. But these three lines from the poem "Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front", I could append to my Atheistic beliefs.
By the way, the rest of the poem is pretty damn good too.
And now that I've read something really interesting, it's time to read something that is something else entirely! Read into that what you will. I left it general for a reason. Mostly because I don't know what Resurrection Man #0 will be like but I'm not expecting much.
Back at the Soder Company secret arch-villain government experimentation soda counter lab, Mitch Shelley has just met Mitch Shelley. The two Mitches share some Tektite particles or something which allows their memories co-mingle.
So five years ago
But it must have been some fight to leave Deathstroke in a sling! Did his healing factor take a crap on him or something? Deathstroke in a sling! Bwa ha ha! So dumb.
Mitch actually has his arm reattached once they get back to the lab. But the arm did not get injected with either the Preying Mantis (with an "e"!) guy's serum or Mitch's stuff. So it feels weak and unmotivated and now it always has a headache and "isn't in the mood." Hoffman and Leno, the Body Doubles, reacted best to the serum. They became "infinitely" better. Holy fuck, that's a lot better! That's off the charts better! That's...that's...that's...incomprehensibly better! It made them heal so quickly as to seem invulnerable. It made them super fast and super strong. And it also made them super hot.
Mitch's body rejected the attached arm because his body was trying to grow a new one. The team cut off the old, weak, lazy, socialist arm and threw it in the incinerator. Mitch's new arm which had seemingly pulled itself up by its bootstraps was left to take its place. Although it really didn't pull itself up by its bootstraps, did it? It was given an unfair advantage by being injected with Mitch's super serum. Meanwhile, the burnt arm floated up the cremation chimney and reassembled in the upper atmosphere. It sucked up all the life in the area to reform a new Mitch Shelley. Mitch Shelley's right hand man: Mitch Shelley, Resurrection Man!
So the secret origin of Mitch Shelley is that he's the masturbation hand of the original Mitch Shelley! That's the best secret origin ever! Resurrection Man wins!
This also actually explains how Mitch ended up in an ambulance in Gotham City. He was disintegrated by the Angel. So then his ashes were picked up by the Chinook Winds, drifted over the Rocky Mountains, was breathed in by the people of Denver and then farted out later, drifted across the plains states, spun about in a few tornadoes, and reformed over the East Coast in Gotham City. His naked and farty body was then picked up by the roving Arkham Asylum Ambulances that pick up any crazy people on the streets for Jeremiah Arkham to experiment on, and voila! Resurrection Man in Gotham!
Meanwhile back in the present...
For some reason, the original Mitch Shelley reacted poorly to the serum. Perhaps because of Preying Mantis's (with an "e"!) injection that didn't affect the loose arm.
No, I think it's because you were reconfigured using bunny rabbit organic material.
Hmm. I'd better protect my left arm with my life!
Eventually, Heaven and Hell crash the party. Hell comes in and starts screaming, "Let's trash the place!" And Heaven walks up and is all, "Who wants to fuck?!"
That angel is a grabby bitch.
The demon likes Mitch alive and tells Mitch he has plans for him and then ends with a really lame joke. And since the only lame jokes I do in my commentary are the ones I invent out of my own head, I won't be repeating it here. Plus I wouldn't want to spoil the comic book for anyone. And the Body Doubles, since their employers are all dead, decide to go freelance. They'll probably end up in the pages of Grifter.
Resurrection Man #0 Rating: The Gotham Resurrection Explicatical! I think because that is explained, I should tack on five rankings to the Retired Ranking for the comic. Also because I don't really give a fuck about the rankings of a comic, so it's not like the extra five rankings are actually worth anything. My Ranking System has the worst economy ever!
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