September 19, 2009

I love the ending: A man weighing 250 pounds and moving at the rate of twenty miles an hour would be about as dangerous as a locomotive, and unless roads are reserved exclusively for fast fat men, not a day will pass without its fatal and horrible collisions.
They also take a shot at fat postal workers in there. 

I love futurism from the past. I betchya that you could find some things similarly awesome from a 1995 copy of Wired. One time at half price, I found this huge compendium of psychics predictions for the next twenty years that was published in 1978. My favorite prediction that they had was that Castro would retire and then host an international talk show.  

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