So this Siberian nutjob made a log cabin sauna on top of the Soviet version of a Jeep Wagoneer. Then he picked up a load of pallet lumber and stripp… er, I mean “showgirls.” Then he drives around while they thrash each other with birch branches and giggle.

You know, we went to the moon, cured polio, tamed rivers, put big chrome fins on cars, and otherwise bestrode the world like a colossus. We weren’t losers, exactly, but it’s dawning on me that we may have suffered from misplaced priorities. Why sweat a few Chernobyls and famines along the way, if the road leads to a log cabin steambath paradise?