It would be wonderful to live in the world of Superman, wouldn't it? Where people with superior strength and intelligence are not only not bullies, but actively help those in need, where criminals are always punished, and where journalists aren't a withering blight on humanity? Then again, it's also a world where eyeglasses are so distracting and unattractive that the person wearing them is rendered unidentifiable, where badass aliens wear super-low V-necks with balloon sleeves, and where Richard Pryor isn't funny. Superman can't save everything.
Ever since Luthor tweeted the location of Superman's Fortress of Solitude, the place has been anything but solitudinous.
The people of Metropolis have the weakest facial recognition statistics in the nation. If you want to rob a convenience store, just do it there and wear a neckerchief. They'll assume that Charles Nelson Reilly rose from the dead to get a snack.
Was this frequency thing the same trick that the Beastmaster was using? Because he let us think it was some sort of magic. It's going to be a while before we
Killing hookers means you're going to hell? Whoops.