My lord Galvatron has had three prominent color schemes in TF.
Which is your favorite?
G1 Toy (grey,purple)
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Marvel Comics US (light blue, grey,purple)
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Sunbow cartoon (mostly purple)
For me it’s G1 toon.
Thoughts?
I voted correctly.
That toy was so terrible lol
I like purple drank.
Sunbow master race reporting in.
Some of the original Transformers toys. . .
Thank goodness for imagination.
Fortunately the new one looks pretty neat!
You got a fucking thing against corn and squash mate? You wanna fucking go?
Comic Galvatron isn’t strictly bad, but the cartoonshould/movie really be the only source for color pallettes, IMO.
As he appeared in the movie and cartoon. Not just because that’s how he originally looked but, it’s just the best. I appreciate the comics trying to be creative & unique with his look though, same as various other characters had a different spin on their look.
I think Marvel comic Blaster for example, had a different head than his G1 cartoon counterpart. Grimlock’s colorscheme was different as well i think.
Anyway, G1 Megatron > Galvatron. Galvatron was awesome in the '86 movie but, his deranged Season 3 counterpart was just too goofy. Can’t touch Megatron’s smooth, calculating, badass persona and, there’s no question who the better leader was.
I just want to say one thing: Galvatron 's jeremiads are often disregarded merely as unprincipled and are consequently not treated as the serious assaults on liberty and freedom that they really are. I realize that some of you may not know the particular background details of the events I’m referring to. I’m not going to go into those details here, but you can read up on them elsewhere. We can say that Galvatron believes in extending differential access to social goods to anyone who can lay a claim to membership in or affiliation with any group that has helped him cause this country to flounder on the shoals of self-interest, corruption, and chaos, and he can claim the opposite, and it won’t make one bit of difference. Let’s just ignore him and see what he does. If he can’t cite the basis for his claim that black is white and night is day then he should just shut up about it.
I was, however, going to forget about the whole thing when it suddenly occurred to me that Galvatron asserts that the cure for evil is more evil. That assertion is not only untrue but a conscious lie. I recommend paying close attention to the praxeological method developed by the economist Ludwig von Mises and using it as a technique to begin a course of careful, planned, and coordinated action. The praxeological method is useful in this context because it employs praxeology, the general science of human action, to explain why Galvatron avows that he is beyond reproach. This is a fixed and false (i.e., delusional) belief that will lead to his forcing onto us the degradation and ignominy that he is known to revel in when you least expect it. I don’t know if we can cure Galvatron of this sanctimonious belief, but I do know that in these days of political correctness and the changing of how history is taught in schools to fulfill a particular agenda, from secret-handshake societies meeting at “the usual place” to back-door admissions committees, his backers have always found a way to vend a snooty mixture of onanism and superstition to a new generation of uppity meanies.
Galvatron is driving me nuts. I can’t take it anymore! He all but forces his underlings to paint pictures of small-minded worlds inhabited by carnaptious falsifiers. Interestingly, Galvatron’s underlings don’t much seem to mind being given such rash orders. I guess it’s hard to free sick misosophists from the chains they revere. A related observation is that it would be wrong to imply that Galvatron is involved in some kind of conspiracy to engulf reason and humanity within waves of antipluralism and fear. It would be wrong because his missives are far beyond the conspiracy stage. Not only that, but as far as he’s concerned, facts and evidence are subordinate to, and mediated by, a “discourse”. There are no right or wrong answers, just competitive discourses. If that’s the case, then perhaps Galvatron would like to explain why he disbelieves that difficult times lie ahead. Fortunately, we have the capacity to circumvent much of the impending misery by working together to champion the poor and oppressed against the evil of Galvatron.
If I didn’t know any better I’d say that if I hear Galvatron’s thralls say, “Whiney couch potatoes have dramatically lower incidences of cancer, heart attacks, heart disease, and many other illnesses than the rest of us” one more time, I’m going to throw up. Galvatron’s shenanigans leave me with several unanswered questions: Whatever happened to good sportsmanship? And how much is the axis of evil paying him to deflect attention from his unwillingness to support policies that benefit the average citizen? These are difficult questions to answer because if you were to tell him that comments like that don’t sit well with acerbic controversialists, he’d just pull his security blanket a little tighter around himself and refuse to come out and deal with the real world. Galvatron fully intends to impugn the patriotism of his nemeses. But that’s not enough, not for him. Galvatron will additionally spread ruin widely through the land, which is why I think that his epithets, while ideologically grounded in a rhetoric and practice of sadism, are surrounded by a cloak of secrecy and “plausible denial”. This isn’t necessarily a new argument. Its roots go back at least to Foucault, and it has been elaborated in numerous venues, such as a book I recently read in which the author maintains that Galvatron finds reality too difficult to swallow. Or maybe it just gets lost between the sports and entertainment pages. In either case, Galvatron does not content himself with imposing iconoclastic new restrictions on society just to satisfy some sort of benighted drive for power. Rather, Galvatron seeks to needle and wheedle loquacious shirkers into his platoon of indecent pantywaists. If he does, that will be the end of the general public knowing that his premise (that it is not only acceptable but indeed desirable to reduce us to acute penury) is his morality disguised as pretended neutrality. Galvatron uses this disguised morality to support his ultimata, thereby making his argument self-refuting.
If they could speak, the birds, snakes, and other creatures who are our Earth brothers and Earth sisters would definitely say that if you were to compose a list of the things that an intelligent, clear-eyed, and capable young person could do with his or her life to honor our nation’s glorious mosaic of cultures and ethnicities, I suspect that doing what comes naturally would figure somewhere in the first three items. Furthermore, I would bet that item nine, ten, or thereabouts would speak to the importance of informing others that Galvatron maintains that Fabianism is the only alternative to militarism. That’s not just a lie but is actually the exact opposite of the truth—and Galvatron knows it. Why is Galvatron deliberately turning the truth on its head like that? I’ve excogitated one theory that almost completely answers that question. Unfortunately, it fails to take into account that Galvatron and I are as different as chalk and cheese. He, for instance, wants to institutionalize sex discrimination by requiring different standards of protection and behavior for men and women. I, on the other hand, want to carve a tunnel of hope through the dark mountain of disappointment. That’s why I need to tell you that every time he spouts some nonsense about how hectoring profiteers (also known as Galvatron’s forces) should be fêted at wine-and-cheese fund-raisers, the effect is that Galvatron’s menials become even more loyal to him. Sociologists refer to the phenomenon of increased devotion to an uncontrollable theory at the very hour of its destruction by external evidence as “cognitive dissonance”. I call it proof that Galvatron keeps saying that laws are meant to be broken. I suggest taking such statements with a grain of salt because he really struck a nerve with me when he said that a totalitarian dictatorship is the best form of government we could possibly have. That lie is a painful reminder that if Galvatron wants to complain, he should have an argument. He shouldn’t just throw out the word “roentgenographically”, for example, and expect us to be scared.
The bulk of sophomoric trolls are at least marginally tolerable but not Galvatron. He wants to preach hatred. Why he wants that, I don’t know, but that’s what he wants. He uses such elite, lofty language that most, if not all, of his listeners are thoroughly confused much of the time. In that context, one could say that the problem with him is not that he’s shallow. It’s that he wants to promote the lie of collaborationism.
A few days ago, Galvatron actually admitted that he wants to sanctify his depravity. Can you believe that? Perhaps Galvatron forgot to take his antipsychotics that day. An additional clue is that many scholars have already concluded that his modes of thought are highly unctuous. Nevertheless, it’s still worth reexamining them in the light of new information, new research, and new insights. Doing so is sure to reveal that Galvatron claims that he would never dream of telling us how to live, what to say, what to think, what to know, and—most importantly—what not to know. That story is full of more holes than a cheap hooker with a piercing fetish and a heroin habit.
If Galvatron makes fun of me or insults me I hear it, and it hurts. But I take solace in the fact that I am still able to embrace the cause of self-determination and recognize the leading role and clearer understanding of those people for whom the quintessential struggle is an encompassing liberation movement against the totality of recidivism. If he isn’t xenophobic, I don’t know who is. Galvatron gets a lot of perks from the system. True to form, he ceaselessly moves the goalposts to prevent others from benefiting from the same perks. This suggests that when I hear Galvatron’s operatives parrot the party line—that Galvatron is entitled to damage the self-esteem and physical health of millions of young men and women—I see them not as people but as machines. The appropriate noises are coming out of their larynges, but their brains are not involved as they would be if they were thinking about how Galvatron’s publications are geared toward the continuation of social stratification under the rubric of “tradition”. Funny, that was the same term that his adherents once used to subject us to the scrofulous, spiteful yapping of the worst kinds of insane, moonstruck busybodies I’ve ever seen.
I don’t suppose Galvatron realizes which dialectic principle he’s violating by maintaining that it is his moral imperative to infantilize and corrupt the general public. Therefore, I shall take it upon myself to explain. While Galvatron manufactures crises over solipsism, his Bonapartism society has been trivializing the entire issue. For better or for worse, my love for people necessitates that I address the continued social injustice shown by uncompanionable nihilarians. Yes, I face opposition from Galvatron. However, this is not a reason to quit but to strive harder.
If I seem a bit lackadaisical, it’s only because I’m trying to communicate with Galvatron on his own level. If I were elected Ruler of the World, my first act of business would be to throw off his yoke of misoneism. I would further use my position to inform certain segments of the Earth’s population that Galvatron is doing some pretty temerarious things. Or, to restate that without meiosis, he is typical of fatuous chowderheads in his wild invocations to the irrational, the magic, and the fantastic to dramatize his whinges. It is much to be lamented that so few people are willing to insist on a policy of zero tolerance toward mysticism. Since I don’t have anything more to say on that subject, I’ll politely get off my soapbox now.
