Cool, now I have some one I can come out of the REM closet to. My buddies would blackball me if they discovered my dirty little secret, unless the band did a grindcore album, or something. That would be cool...or not.
Sort of like Pat Boone's heavy metal album.
It couldn't be the brown ranger, because all the little kids would laugh about how poopie is brown, too. I would have. I always wondered how the Black Ranger ended up being the only black kid in town. Oh, yeah, that's right, the writers and studio execs decided to they needed a token at the last minute, so could say they followed affirmitive action. Just gotta' hate your ass-covering show biz fat cats.
Whatever happened to hiring actors for being talented at their craft?
A whitebread ranger? That'd be great. His Zord could be a rusted out pick-up truck with a confederate flag painted on the side, and a bumper sticker that says 'ass, gas, or grass, no one rides for free'. It'll transform into robot with a thrity-foot mullet, and a beer can that, when vigorously shaken, sprays a combination of sulphuric acid and Miller Lite. (This is shockingly close to some people I actually know
, after my short years living in the heart land of the USA.)