Born at the height of the Great Depression, I grew up a frail youth in a poor family. Horrified by newsreel footage of the Nazis overtaking Europe, I was inspired to enlist in the Army. However, my sickly nature caused me to be rejected. It was the last time i cried. Overhearing my display of emotion, General Chester Phillips offered me the opportunity to take part in a special experiment, Operation: Rebirth. After weeks of tests, I was administered the Super-Solider Serum and bombarded by "vita-rays." I emerged from the treatment with a body as perfect as a body can be and still be human. My conditioning continued: I was subjected to an intensive physical and tactical training program. Three months later, I received my first assignment as Captain America, Sentinel of Liberty.
From the Pacific Theater to Eastern Europe, i kicked a **lot** of ass in World War II. Hitler and the Axis powers, Red Skull, Baron Zemo; me and Bucky kicked all of their sorry kiesters across Europe. And no, me and Bucky *weren't* lovers.
During the waning days of WWII, a bomb-loaded drone plane launched by Baron Zemo exploded with me and Bucky aboard, killing the youngster and hurling me unhurt into a state of suspended animation. Decades later -- when a confused, changing world most needed a throwback hero who embodied the American ideals -- I was discovered and rescued by the newly formed Avengers, and became a cornerstone of Earth's Mightiest Heroes.
I'm a comic book and film star known all over the world (fuck off superman) and i of course look great naked.
But I was a man out of time: The world had gone on without me, and I no longer recognized it. Porn, Cable-TV, Hip-Hop, the Internet, Porn, QVC- these things are strange to me. So I've decided to go digital with MySpace. Hawkeye got me a Mac (that commie bastard) so bear with me while i get it all together. You can ask me anything you want, i'll answer you with a positive statement about Iraq.
