Greetings. This is Doom. Victor Von Doom. Since you have found this "blog," Doom can only assume that you possess the intelligence to comprehend Doom's words.
Everything that has befallen Doom can be put on the shoulders of one man. No...not a man. A buffoon.
This buffoon's name. Reed Richards. Just the very thought of Richards made Doom destroy another Doombot. And they are very hard to train. This buffoon, unable to master time travel or advanced astrophysics (as Doom so obviously has), decided to take his girlfriend, her brother and his best friend up into space in a stolen government ship. Oddly enough, they were never prosecuted for their national treason. This ship (whose shields were evidently made out of toilet paper) was bombarded with radioactive particles that changed them. Not giving them a rare form of leukemia, but instead powers. Stupid powers.
"Oooh look at me hot girlfriend, I can stretch!!" Doom is talking as Richards, although the bile is beginning to flow up Doom's windpipe.
Now, Doom has conquered time travel. Rescued His damned mother from hell. Rules an entire country with an iron fist. But does Doom have powers? Nay, Doom has no need for them!!
Fools! One day Doom shall rule you all....