We're all for any excuse to send the Nazis to invade Manhattan. Figuratively, we mean, since no one expects to say that in a lifetime. Or this: Killing Winston Churchill is just what we needed to make Nazis worth killing again. Hardly a hero's death, the great statesman kisses the grill of a taxi cab in 1931, dies, and spins an alternate history where the Third Reich attacks the Big Apple in 1953. Awesome concept, no?