A long time ago, I posed the question if The Clock King really was a villain, in the grand spectrum of things. That he really was just a punctual and time-considerate individual in a world full of shitheads that don’t have such qualities, and he’s the one that gets painted to look like the bad guy, and eventually a member of Batman’s rogues gallery. Back then, it didn’t really seem fair to me that he was considered a villain and I wanted to open that discussion to my then-six readers.
But after a weekend like this past one, and 2+ years of parenting, all I can really think of now is that not only is The Clock King most definitely a villain, he’s without a shadow of a doubt the greatest evil in all of comics. Worse than Darkseid, worse than Doomsday, worse than the Joker. Worse than Thanos, worse than Kang, worse than Onslaught. Shit, it transcends comic books, and The Clock King is the greatest evil in the history of, history. Worse than Hitler, worse than bin Laden, worse than Trump.
Obviously this goes into the obvious notion that there is no greater force in existence than the passage of time, and how it’s unfeeling, unbiased, impervious by nobody, and never ending. Which means those who wields it to greatest effect, like The Clock King, are basically the worst people ever.
At this current juncture of my life, there’s seldom any time in which I am not up against a clock on a fairly regular basis, and there are times in which it becomes absolutely maddening and fills me with despair and levels of stress that I have a hard time coping with. By individual nature, I am a punctual person who believes in punctuality and adequate lead time; I hate to rush, I like getting to my destinations early, and as a worker I believe that 15 minutes early is on time and on time is late.
But since I’ve gotten older and had kids, my agenda is always packed full of things for other people, I’m routinely stretched past capacity, and I’m way more prone to being late to things, and I concern myself that I’m developing a reputation of being flaky and unreliable. Or just a typical parent maybe. Regardless, it goes against everything that I’ve always put a lot of conscionable effort into maintaining, and I have a hard time dealing with the seemingly endless stress that comes with being up against the clock.