On the 41st anniversary of the Apollo XI moon landing.
I'm feeling sentimental-- as I told my brother tonight, "I have been bored for 41 years-- the first nine got got my expectations up." The video is more recent, but of my hero 41 years ago (and now).
A conspiracy-theorist, used to being around passive-aggressive like himself, is confronted with the reality that the rest of the world (small minority that it is) is merely aggressive. Hilarity ensues.
I love how the women in yellow, I am supposing to be Buzz's wife, tries to come and stop the confrontation before the clueless "reporter" makes the outcome inevitable-- an inevitability the woman realizes, and walks away before the fun begins.