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Legal Disclaimer: Saban owns all the Rangers depicted here, I just borrowed them. Contrary to popular, or not so popular belief, I am not getting paid.
Author's Note: This fic was inspired by another conversation with my mother, of all people [sigh], and I don't own the article that I'm ripping off. The one written by Fancis Pharcellus Church. Is there a Santa Claus? Merry Christmas to all my fans. MX, Dec 18th, 2001.
In January 1994, the Editor of Angel Grove News opened a letter from a little boy named Justin. 'Are there Power Rangers?' he wanted to know. The answer, from Francis Pharcellus Church, was written promptly, and became the most famous editorial-article that Angel Grove ever read
We take pleasure in answering at once and thus prominently the communication below, expressing at the same time our great gratification that its faithful author is numbered among the friends of Angel Grove News:
"Dear Editor:
I am 8 years old.
Some of my little friends say there is no the Power Rangers.
Gina says 'If you see it in Angel Grove News it's so.'
Please tell me the truth, are there Power Rangers?
Justin Stewart,
Little Angels Haven."
Justin, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Justin, whether they be men's or children's are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge. Yes, Justin, there are Power Rangers. They exist as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Power Rangers! It would be as dreary as if there were no Justins. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in Power Rangers! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get Gina to hire men to watch in all of Angel Grove, twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, to catch the Power Rangers, but even if they did not see the Power Rangers coming to do what they do, what would that prove? Nobody sees the Power Rangers, but there is no sign that there are no Power Rangers. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world. You tear apart the baby 's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernatural beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Justin, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No Power Rangers! Thank God they live, and they live forever. A thousand years from no, Justin, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, they will continue to make glad the hearts of Angel Grove.