Absolutely scathing indictment of our collective vagueness about historical facts in America, yet we profess to love all the Founding Fathers. "Why am I crossing the Delaware? Am I attacking, am I retreating...?" "Possibly retreating. I don't remember..."
Next week, on an all new Loki: Mobius: "Look, we have figured out that Sylvie is hiding in an apocalyptic event on earth, but she wiped out all of our records of the years they take place. We can't tell if she's hiding in Hiroshima, the KT extinction, the French Revolution or Chernobyl. Now you need to give us those dates. Didn't you study any of this stuff?" B Minus Time Traveler: "Well the thing is I had just bought a Game Boy from working at Aunt Annie's Pretzels, and I worked really hard to beat every level in Tetris!!"
Yeah, George's "...you'll know every strategy and battle of the conflict to come" was a tall order! I do know the date of Pearl Harbor, though, and apparently I was born on the anniversary of D-Day.
Life is ultimate prime of irony. This is the more close to the truth than you you can get from just about anywhere; and it finds a way to make it funny. That will be the ultimate Joke. You knew, but you thought it was a joke; the joke was on us. ... pblbpbplbplfffff.
Come on, George, cut her some slack. What could you tell a Christian King about the Crusades he could use? "Don't go. You won't hold on the Holy Land? Invest in navigation, coal mining and industrialization instead?" What could tell Caesar about his battles and political skirmishes? "Beware the ides of March?" He was already told that.
