What is more quintessentially American than a fine hand-rolled Cuban cigar, a cantankerous hand puppet and a Pilipino-made Sci-Fi movie? The answer, nothing! After nearly sixteen years seclusion within the secret confines of his underground lair (Hidden deep below a Woolworths Deptartment store in some nameless suburban shopping mall in the grand state of New Jersey) Commander USA has re-emerged (through the back entrance of a Winchels Donut House) to bring the joys of sub-standard cinema to a new generation of Saturday Afternoon miscreants. Armed with the combination to his trusty Video Vault (Classified), his paten pending but wholly reliable (provided that tennis is not on) Tele-Psychotronic screen, and aided by his trusted companion Lefty, Commander USA has overcome the pitfalls of pop-culture and the minor discomfort of bad knees, to remind us, in these troubled times, that we, as Americans are defined and indeed united by two things and they are Saturday afternoon lethargy and a unnatural affection for terribly-awesome movies.Keep watching, and remember kids "Keep your nose in the wind and your tail to yourself!"
