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Los Angeles, 1938. The world is on the brink of war. Hollywood is a neon-lit dream, full of gangsters, movie stars, and fast-talking dames. A stunt pilot finds a rocket pack and suddenly, he’s dodging bullets and soaring above the city like something out of a pulp magazine. Sounds like the perfect adventure, right? It should be. But The Rocketeer —Disney’s 1991 tribute to old-school serials and mid-century swashbuckling—never quite takes off. It’s a film that looks great, has all the right ingredients, but never fully commits to the thrill. It wants to soar. Instead, it hesitates.   Movie poster by John Mattos   A Throwback to a Time That Never Was Directed by Joe Johnston (yes, the guy who later gave us Captain America: The First Avenger ), The Rocketeer is pure pulp adventure, a love letter to old serials, comic books, and a time when heroes wore leather jackets and flew with reckless abandon. It’s based on Dave Stevens’ 1982 comic, itself a nostalgic nod to the 1930s. The...

History is a graveyard of the absurd, a collection of moments so strange they’d be laughed out of a fiction workshop. Wars fought over pastries. Cities wiped out by molasses. Royals who went full lunatic with power. And somehow, despite all this, civilization kept crawling forward. Here are some of the weirdest, most head-scratching historical events that actually happened. 1. The Great Emu War (1932) - When Australia Lost to Birds Australia. The land of deadly spiders, giant crocodiles, and... weaponized emus? In 1932, after World War I veterans-turned-farmers found their crops under siege by 20,000 emus, the Australian military stepped in. Armed with Lewis machine guns , they declared war on the birds. The result? Utter humiliation. The emus, too fast and too stubborn, dodged bullets and outran jeeps. After weeks of combat, the humans retreated. The official death toll? 2,500 emus —a fraction of the enemy force. The government eventually gave up and left the birds victorious. Lesso...

The 1960s were a mess—war, riots, assassinations, polyester. The whole thing felt like a badly scripted soap opera with no commercial break. So, a band of restless young Westerners did what people always do when society starts to smell rotten: they left. They stuffed their rucksacks, burned their bras, and followed the scent of adventure (and some really good hash) to a forgotten pocket of India called Goa. Back then, Goa wasn’t the tourist factory it is today. It was a sunburnt former Portuguese colony where fishermen hauled in the day’s catch, and Catholic churches stood next to Hindu temples, completely indifferent to one another. Then the hippies arrived—shoeless, clueless, and high on the idea of enlightenment (and other substances). They set up ramshackle huts by the beach, strummed out-of-tune sitars, and gave themselves names like Starbeam and Cosmic Dave. They denounced capitalism while mysteriously managing to survive on money wired from home. The locals, ever pragmatic, wat...

There was a time when men strapped themselves to the tip of controlled explosions and called it progress. Gordon Cooper was one of those men. A Mercury astronaut, a pioneer, and—if you believe him, and maybe you should—a witness to things that don’t fit neatly into the tidy narrative of Earth-bound history. Cooper was cut from the kind of cloth that doesn’t wrinkle. A test pilot, an engineer, a man with nerves like rebar. The sort of man who could break the sound barrier before breakfast and still have time to mow the lawn. But beneath that square-jawed, all-American exterior, Cooper carried stories that would make even the most seasoned conspiracy theorist drop their tinfoil hat in awe.   A man who defied gravity—and good sense. From Shawnee to the Stars Born in Shawnee, Oklahoma, in 1927, Leroy Gordon Cooper Jr. was the kind of kid who probably looked at the sky and thought, "I could do better." His fascination with flight took root early, encouraged by his father, an Air F...