There’s something about the romance and victorian propriety of steampunk that brings a comforting, classic familiarity to everything it touches. And with the way the world has gone lately, I wonder if we could all use a little of that? Wouldn’t you just love to slap an eye-patch and maybe some goggles on Hillary and send her out with a steam-powered harpoon to shoot down zeppelins? (Large orange ones full of gas and hot air perhaps?)

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