Little boys used to be given toy guns to play with, then grew up and never shot anyone. Now they’re forbidden from even drawing a gun on a piece of paper at school, and shoot each other by the hundreds in the streets.
Sometimes things get different, but not better.
I don’t recall having $2800 lying around when I was in grade school, though. Alas, I was cursed to go out in the sunshine, and eventually even talked to a real, live, girl.
But in our galaxy? Most certainly.
Set aside an hour-fifteen and see where 93.7 percent of the pop culture touchstones of the last three-quarters of a century came from.
“My whole life I felt like a weirdo. But you made being a weirdo kool. Thank you!“
I can see the marketing meeting now:
OK. It’s boys, see? Call it a PowerMatic. Say PowerMatic a lot. Automatic Power. Powerful Automatic. Throw a few extra PowerMatics in the voice over. Little bastards will never know what hit them.