Ugh. Comic geeks.
I stop by the comic store during lunch to grab a soda and overhear snippets of a comic geek argument. Something along the lines of a jedi versus an x-man. I've heard this tiresome debate before: Yoda vs. Wolverine. OK. Let's set the record straight. Yoda has telekinesis. He can move things with his mind. Wolverine would be dead before he could even grunt.

That is, of course, if comic and movie characters used telekinesis with any form of intelligence. Why mentally throw a tank when all you have to do is close their throat? Stop the heart. Create an air bubble in a vein. Give them a sudden case of loose bowels. Rip them apart cell by cell, molecule by molecule. The human spinal cord is a delicate thing. Oh, you got claws? Well, you're also a paraplegic now. Put a mental lawnmower to work on their innards. It's pretty hard for your opponent to fight when his entire digestive system is leaking out of his ass. Cause a heart attack. Stop the flow of blood. Make their eyeballs implode in the sockets. Not powerful enough to throw a Buick at someone? Float a sewing needle at top speed through someone's eye and into their brain. You didn't even have to lift a tank, letalone a finger. No amount of mutant healing power will cure greymatter soup. Liquified brains, beeyatch! Why catch bits of lead in mid-air? There are so many more ways to stop a bullet. If a person can't move their finger, they can't pull the trigger. Stop the hammer from making contact. Suppress the reaction that ignites the gunpowder. Cause the internal mechanisms of the gun to cease functioning. And so many other possibilities if a person just thinks about it.

But, I guess watching a person simply drop dead isn't as entertaining as watching them get turned into pizza sauce from having a semi-truck dropped on them. It's all about the s'plosions.