SpongeBob Squarepants- Sheldon Plankton is a Hero, not a Villain

Easy on the judgment, fans

Sure, everyone has a favorite cartoon character, right? They have their reasons for picking who they did, whether it is the endlessly energetic among us choosing Taz, or the harmless who demonstrate wispy wisdom choosing Pooh, or the chronically miserable choosing Eeyore.

There are those who believe that never giving up despite the odds find sympathy and a sense of emotion for Wile E. Coyote. After all, there's a guy who knows what he wants and knows that giving up means only misery and failure, so he'll continue reaching for success or die trying. There are those among us who can appreciate this, right?

So many people love the peaceful simplicity of Pooh, with his easy demeanor and subtle wisdom. Sure, he isn't a book-smart sophisticate, but he has a gentle recognition of the proper way to go, even if it seems only the wind brought him there. Then, there are those blessed by The Fates, such as Mr. Magoo, who seems to endlessly press his luck but always escapes the disasters, regardless of how narrow the miss. Bugs Bunny wanders the world, not with mean intent but with the desire to chase the perpetual dangled carrot, and who doesn't get that? But, if you cross him or do him wrong...

The Madagascar Penguins are a great bunch, proving a team is more than the sum of their parts, that strong leadership is key, and that even the neurotics have a place in the world. They offer tremendous wisdom, such as 'cute and cuddly', 'just smile and wave', and 'think monster trucks, men'. Oh, if only the skipper might have had the opportunity to be the captain of the Enterprise. Klingons would have known their place, particularly with Rico at the triggers. Man, that would be something.

SpongeBob Squarepants is a cartoon offering us incredible wisdom, recognition of the realities of life, and illustrations we should give proper attention to if we're to grow as a civilization and species. SpongeBob, with his subtle wisdom and simple demeanor (not too different from Pooh, but these sorts are forgiven all shortcomings) continually shows us the way. He demonstrates to the world that we should love our jobs, no matter how demeaning or how absent of the ladder of opportunity. We should pay endless respects to our greedy leaders and do all we can to ensure they gain their riches from the sweat running down our brows and backs. SpongeBob shows us that we should love all of our friends and neighbors, even the dull ones, the arrogant ones, and the mean ones.

Patrick is also like Pooh in many ways, but with far less involvement. He wanders through life the way a starfish should; with mindless movement and with only the intent of consumption. Blessed is Patrick because out of the numerous sorts of people in our world who believe their levels of arrogance are justified, few outside those like Patrick recognizes their actual place in our world. For so many believe they're on top of the world because they're amazing when they're merely a monkey in a cage, placed there to amuse the masses with their antics.

But Plankton is a genuine favorite of this humble author. Plankton does not fear his place in the world as a crushed figure under the heels of the uncaring; he simply nurses his wounds in the dark as he should, without resorting to shallow revenge. Plankton merely desires the realization of his dreams. For him, it is success as a restaurateur, but it doesn't really matter, does it? He wants to succeed in selling his dream to a loving world, feeling the recognition of their love of his craft through the financial acknowledgement. But, we know it will never happen.

The world loves the ability to deny Plankton sympathy or caring, and the world enjoys seeing his kind fail, over and over again. The world loves to see those like him crushed in the gears that grind the world forward, despite the fact that he is not genuinely evil or uncaring, but simply ambitious. Sure, there may be those who will claim the chum he slings is abhorrent, but the downtrodden of the world should always deny these claims loudly. After all, if our world contains the success stories it does, such as Michael Moore or Joy Behar, or even Ashton Kutcher, then those like Plankton should have their place in the sun, too.

But no, Plankton's efforts are left continually ignored. His brand of worldly contributions are widely ignored while success stories such as Krabbs, who doesn't do anything more than sling the same chum but in a different package designed to appeal to the rank and file, watch the riches roll in on truck after truck. Plankton isn't just forced to endure the unfairness and the irony of the endless success of those who always have it so easy, but he has to endure it all in plain sight, right there, just across the street.

Plankton has to watch the success of others take place within earshot of his place, while he suffers in silence, darkness, and alone. Well, sure, he's married to his computer (and these days, who doesn't understand and sympathize with that?), but there's no solace or compassion there. Only a blinking cursor and cold, hard exterior. It only reflects directly the misery upon one's face when one dares look at it directly. But does it ever offer compassion or understanding? No, just the acknowledgement of yet the very next dismal failure.

Plankton, there are those of us out there who are like you, and we love you for what and who you are. Sure, the world laughs its cruel, vicious laugh when you're stomped and dragged by the cruel world, finding orgasmic bliss in the sight of your failure, but we see that the world sees you so they can laugh you down, and we hope to be like you one day. Perhaps one day, there might be another among our kind that isn't just perpetually ignored, but seen in the light while downtrodden in the world. After all, there isn't anything like being recognized for what you are, despite of what it is.

Plankton is such a big favorite because the chum he slings is earnest and plain, while the endless chum slung by so much of the mainstream is only chum designed to lure the mindless masses. So you want proof, do you? How about this: How does anything named Kardashian find its way into the attention of the world? How did John & Kate ever become a source of serious conversation? I thought that BS was supposed to be about the eight kids, but does anyone have any idea who any of those kids are? Sure, we know who their pathetic, retarded father is and their icy mother, but how about the actual children?

Sure, the occasional Plankton-like sort might slip through the cracks (think of Jason Alexander or Jack Black) but for the most part, they die miserable and alone in an abandoned ditch along the side of a dirt road in the middle of nowhere. While they draw in their last breaths, they think of those like Plankton, who at least gain acknowledgement for being so beaten down, and they pray that in their next life, they might achieve such a thing, too. For these things, this humble author professes love and admiration to Plankton.

Imagine how amazing it must be to, at least for a short time, to dupe the world into placing a bucket upon their head and chanting, "All hail Plankton!"

Sure, the entire thing was blind faith and the abandonment of any semblance of conscience or consciousness, but it must have been so sweet to convince the world to admit such unwarranted affection, much in the same way that Al Gore has achieved, even if Plankton did it but for a few moments.

So, hang in there, Plankton. There are those out there who recognize the hero that you are to us.

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