I always knew there was something weird about the leader of the Power Rangers. As a child, he told me I had a big nose and smelled of olive oil — but I always thought it was just because I spilled spaghetti on my pants that morning (yeah, I was eating pasta for breakfast. You wanna fight about it?).
But now I know the cold, hard truth…he’s a omnipotent white supremacist.
I certainly hope they don’t let the yellow ranger drive the shuttle.
And here’s a little bonus treat — the pink power ranger, circa mid-90s. Where ever she is (I’m sure she’s not acting), I want her to know she’s still got a power-piece of my heart.
Open invitation to Mrs. Pink Ranger: You play Rita Repulsa and I’ll play Goldar. Let’s wrestle.
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