Putting the Volt In Revolting
by Greg GutfeldSo, do you need proof that the American car industry is a goner? Or that America, as a force for what’s awesome and cool, is dead? Or, that the generation that is “twee,” has claimed victory?
Behold GM’s official dance routine performed at the LA Auto Show – set to the song “Chevy Volt and Me.”
I’d fetch a bucket.
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So there you have it: the official car for fragile flowers, those Narnian fauns conceived at the Lilith Faire, who steer with tiny hooves, listening to Dido, desperately clutching a worn copy of Deepak Chopra’s latest caftan caper.
Sure, the “car” is tiny – but there’s enough room for the yoga mat, a bag of Craisins and a papermache sculpture of the tree nymph you did at the Learning Annex (it helped you get over the hypnotherapist who dumped you).
I kid – that’s not the type of person driving a Volt – because they can’t afford this sanctimonious sardine can. (more…)







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