“Well, this isn’t a car! Where’s the running board and window cranks?”
As a German I needed a moment to realize that SS meant secret service.
Context
The Schutzstaffel was a major paramilitary organisation under Adolf Hitler and the Nazi Party in Nazi Germany, and later throughout German-occupied Europe during World War II.
As an American, I have to admit that I thought the same thing.
GIVE IT TIME
… I don’t want to give our SS any time.
Ditto
Nobody calls it the SS for that reason
Clearly somebody does
I had to get to your comment before I got the meaning.
Yeah, it’s the same response I have to seeing it in other places too. Like for example American cars using the “SS” badging for their SuperSpeed variants of popular muscle car models. This goes back to like the sixtees too. Did none of the WW2 vets see an issue with that back then?
Super Sport, and apparently not since they were the ones buying all of them. Funnily enough, modern video games have been removing the SS badges from the cars, which is kind of dumb at this point, but hey, you can always put them back with decals, I guess.
My bad on misabbreviating Super Sport, thanks for the correction. You are getting my point though, how did folks who actually fought the SS not feel weird driving a car labelled SS? I know I sure couldn’t without having some mixed feelings.
Yes.
I wonder how different they are in 2026.
I think that’s why the proper acronym is USSS
The following is a (mostly) true story:
In 1981, when this happened, I was walking to school (yes, I’m older than you) when a woman ran out of her house, down the driveway, stopped, and screamed at me “The President can’t open the car door!”
I was not impressed, had no idea how I could help the President open the car door, even if I wanted to, which I did not. So, I kept walking. Years later, upon reflection, I decided that was the correct response.
But like, why did she tell you?
??? I guess she just needed to shout it at someone? She was very distraught. She ran into the street to shout it, I just happened to be there, walking by. I assume.
Maybe you gave off big ‘save the president’ energy.
“Door stuck! Door stuck!”
Ron Burgundy and a generic Boston cop who’s too old for this shit rescue the president from getting pulled dick-first through a mobile gloryhole while Winston Zeddemore, Bubbles, and Kevin Malone approach to assist.
that last guy on left looks like he’s done with this bullshit and is gonna just shoot the fucking thing open. 'Merica.
I believe he’s straight holding an UZI and covering them
Don’t shorten Secret Service to SS.
