This is about Johnny. He�s the main character, hence the �Johnny the Homicidal Maniac.� Jhonen has made a point of not defining his past. I don�t think he wanted to give us a scary event in young Johnny�s life that would �justify� his homicidal tendencies. I can�t believe that Nny is the hero of the story. I mean, here is a boy that kills people (obviously). That�s not good. I don�t kill people, not even the ones that make fun of me like people make fun of Johnny. He gives himself credit for a great intellect that surpasses those of the �assholes,� but still falls prey to responding to the prodding of their stupid adolescent bitchiness. Sometimes I hear other fans talking about how �he kills shit . . . huh-huh . . . that�s cool.� My god, what�s wrong with you people?
People say that he kills the assholes and that makes him the hero. Of course that�s nice, but some of those people can be cured by intense psychotherapy (unlike Nny). On the other hand, he isn�t above killing people on whim. He murdered the Kwik-E-Mart guy just because he�d turned off the freezy machine! I mean, I admit, it�s upsetting, but wouldn�t it have been more effective to ask him to turn it back on? Nny isn�t a people person, but he isn�t a super villain, either. He�s torn away from his deeper thoughts by the promise of a funny commecial! I guess that ties back into the surrealism of the whole comic. The twisted and philosophical ramblings of Johnny can create a mood that will be completely blown by a sudden craving for snackies. Maybe that�s just another way of saying don�t take this all seriously. I sincerely doubt Jhonen wants scary little knife weilding Nny wannabes (like Jimmy O_o) running amok shoving churritos up people asses (that would really suck, y�know). I think Johnny is sort of a representation of our inner monster that stabs down those who slight us and really doesn�t feel guilty for it. Everyone has those feelings, whether they deny them or not.
Gaarg, I was being all serious! Disgusting, ain�t it? I�d rather let my brain slip into the random Happy Noodle Boy-esque frame of thought than the ponderings of morality Nny falls into. Mooooo! Fetch me my rapier, boy! En guarde! I kill you! I kill you and you DIE! Now go and be a happy cabbage!
