Changing of the Guard
Changing of the Guard Action Man taught me that fascists wear the coolest clothes. With his eagle-eye for fitted trench coats, a sleek, peaked officer’s cap emblemed with a silver skull, and a well-turned heel on a jackboot, he was the best-dressed baddie in the toy trunk. Forty years on, and I wonder what he’s wearing now? (We all grow tired of war) I imagine: a smart blue suit, a long, long red tie, and his cap now fit for baseball rather than the trenches. (Hugo Boss would not be pleased) He has traded his Mauser for a cell phone. It still does the same thing.