A time machine appears outside the blacksmith's shop in 1880 Portsmouth. The Blacksmith stops his work, resting his hammer on the anvil and watches as three people exit the time machine; a Doctor, a Lawyer, and an Indian Chief.
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A time machine appears outside the blacksmith's shop in 1880 Portsmouth. The Blacksmith stops his work, resting his hammer on the anvil and watches as three people exit the time machine; a Doctor, a Lawyer, and an Indian Chief.
Ironically, "Chip and Dale" were two of my childhood favorite cartoon characters.
Classic 50s "Chip and Dale;" not the lame "Rescue Rangers" reboot.
Now all I can do is wonder how such loathsome, thieving rodents could ever have been made to look cute. Damn you, Walt Disney!
If I was a historian, I think I'd be asking myself, "Am I just wasting my time?"
It was said, by someone much smarter than me, that "those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." You would think that would make history and historians pretty important and yet, historians appear to be the Cassandra of academics.
There are movies that I can watch - will watch - any time I happen upon them, regardless of where it is in the narrative. These aren't "I missed the beginning" movies. These are repeated experience "I love this movie" movies. "The Big Lebowski" is one of those movies.
Is reality so complex, so multifaceted, such a large data sample that it's impossible to tell it from even a poorly constructed fiction?
Or are people just stupid?
I suppose it could be both.
I think I have a solution for America's embattled police departments.
Kill some white people.
Hear me out...