Polite Dissent

In the recent nostalgia boom (both in comics and elsewhere), there was one group that I noticed had been left out. That was remedied last night when one of the Shogun Warriors showed up on Robot Chicken. Fighting in the ring in the Yakuza Fighter World Championship, he was just like I remembered with flying fists and a weird little spaceship.

I never had the Shogun Warrior toys growing up, but I did have several of the Shogun Warrior models. I had Mazinga, Dragun and Gaiking. They were all put together badly, but at least they had paint — unlike most of my models. I liked modeling, but I was never any good at it. I simply didn’t have the patience or the eye-hand coordination to do a good job. That never stopped me from trying though. I had a whole shelf in my bedroom for the models I built. There were the Shogun Warriors, a dirty-white Star Wars X-Wing fighter, a smudgedthe see-through frog (with all the internal organs), the USS Missouri, an SR-71 and a P-51 Mustang (with a single bladed propeller). They were ugly and poorly done, and I knew it, but I was proud of them anyway.