The first 150 Pokémon are sacred. They are powerful, proud, and noble, and adorable. And complete. Their colors and ecology fill a warm place in my childhood and in my memories. My generation may very well be a better generation because it had Pokémon and the morals and principles it maintained unflinchingly.
When Pokémon Jhoto was released I was a bit too old to be captivated in the same manner as I was when I was a younger, but the series opened up new characters, new Pokémon, and new adventures and I grew to love it.
Then it all started going to hell. Though the show may have preserved its message, the Pokémon themselves lost all their charm and innovation.
Nobody wants their children cuddling with this guy: http://pokedream.com/pokedex/images/sugimori/453.jpg?1306803310.
This new breed of half-assed bastard pokemon warp the minds of the world's youth, and are an insult to the legacy of the original starters, commons, uncommons, rarities, and legendaries that made Pokémon great.
Thus this blog will serve to underscore to shameful depth to which the greatest franchise of all time has fallen to. A new Pokémon will be highlighted every so often for discomfort and entertainment. Guest articles and contributions will be also posted from time to time, as well as humorous nostalgia and homages. This blog may evolve to something more in the future, or I may stop caring.
Squirtle, I freaking love you man.
September 26th, 2011
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