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Reasons why "Cobra Kai" Has me Spitting

***This post contains spoilers for season 3 of Cobra Kai*** By now I'm sure you've seen, or at least heard of, Karate Kid spin-off / continuation / serialization Cobra Kai (currently available on Netflix). My husband and I have been enjoying watching this for several reasons: 1) It throws back to our childhood nostalgia of the original Karate Kid movies with many of the same actors and (sometimes never-before-seen) footage from the movies. 2) It is genuinely entertaining and well pitched to appeal to teens as well as us oldies (80s and 90s kids).  3) There are usually some chucklesome moments per episode, even if they do often heavily rely on Johnny Lawrence being casually racist (it's funny cos he doesn't know about political correctness!) or inept with such technological difficulties as plugging in a laptop. I think he has been in suspended animation for the past 35 years. 4) The show does a good job swaying your allegiance to the various characters multiple times per
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