Dorkgasm Gonzo Is God

            I remember my childhood in the 1980’s very vividly. My friends and I would run around the forest behind my house with Entertech squirt guns pretending to be John J. Rambo, killing dirty cops or evil commies. We all carried pocket knives that we would pretend had compasses, sewing kits, and an assortment of other tools we would need to take out “the bad guys”. For us, the Rambo franchise wasn’t about how we treated Vietnam War Veterans, or how America was tougher than any Red State out there (though the cold war indoctrination certainly took its roots), it was about one man overcoming huge odds and winning the day. It was about a hero.