This Thing Will Be Perfect if You’re Attacked by Doctor Loveless

This Thing Will Be Perfect if You’re Attacked by Doctor Loveless

Seriously, have we ever gotten over the cancellation of the Wild Wild West? I don’t think so.

They call it steampunk, but it’s just Wild Wild West fanfiction. Everybody wants to ride that train and wear a waistcoat that doesn’t reach your waist. Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock were just wan doppelgangers of Jim West and Artemus Gordon if you ask me. There was only one Prime Directive in Wild Wild West: come out blasting, and get chicks — and that’s the way we liked it.

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I Didn’t Notice any Mention of Unisex Bathrooms

I Didn’t Notice any Mention of Unisex Bathrooms

World War II veterans aren’t any kind of mystery to me. They’re getting rather rarer these days, which makes me a little sad. They were matter of fact kind of people.

They really didn’t go looking for any trouble. Their fathers had gone off to Belleau Wood to end the First World War, but only because it needed doing. They didn’t pass down any animus towards any corner of Europe to their kids. The doughboys’ children had problems of their own, and would have preferred to be left alone to find three square meals and a warm place to sleep during the Depression. It was not to be.

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The Real Most Interesting Man in the World. Fangio!

The Real Most Interesting Man in the World. Fangio!

Don’t give me any of that Madison Ave. beer commercial scheisse. Juan Manuel Fangio was the most interesting man in the world. Born in Argentina in 1911, he was the son of two Italian immigrants. His father worked as an apprentice stonemason, and his mother was a housekeeper. He dropped out of school when he was 13 to work as a mechanic. He served time in the Argentine military, and when he got out, he started rebuilding junk cars into race cars in a shed at his parents house. He drove a rebuilt Ford taxi in his first race. You call Uber to go two blocks.

Racing wasn’t like it is now. It was mostly held over long distances, often on dirt roads. Some of the races lasted two weeks. If your car broke down, you had to fix it yourself. He raced in all sorts of converted cars, Chevies and Fords, and won this and that. World War II came, and nothing much happened in racing until 1946.

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