Super Powers.

From here.

I have been reading Bill Bryson's very entertaining memoir The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid.  It is his account of growing up in America in the 1950's, and truly a fun read.

Bryson ties his narrative together by recalling a childhood fantasy (very reminiscent of the Superman origin) of finding a moth-eaten sweater with a lightning bolt on the front, which was clear evidence that his parents are not really his parents, and he must have come from another planet and have superpowers of his own.

Many of the chapters end with Bryson claiming to have used his powers to achieve some end.

"All heroes of the day had particular specialties. Superman fought for truth, justice and the American way. Roy Rogers went almost exclusively for Communist agents who were scheming to poison the water supply or otherwise disrupt and insult the American way of life. Zorro tormented an oafish fellow named Sergeant Garcia for obscure but apparently sound reasons. The Lone Ranger fought for law and order in the early West. I killed morons. Still do."

I envy your powers, Mr Bryson. And would highly recommend this book.

Punching my way through space. Obviously.