Here we have the Heroine Formerly Known As Wonder Woman using her kung fu to bring down Doctor Cyber's legion of attack birds. It's from the "mod judo" phase of Diana Prince's career, when she traded in her bracelets, golden lasso, and invisible jet for garish 60's fashion wear and a blind mentor from the inscrutable Orient (and I cannot type those two words without hearing them spoken as a Don Adams impersonation of Charlie Chan), the absurdly-named named "I-Ching."
So, to the nattering nabobs of the comics internet who fail to grasp both the history of Wonder Woman and the intrinsic nature of serialized adventure stories, I would like to point out that the conclusion of Amazons Attack, while pretty poorly done, does not constitute the irrevocable destruction of the character any more than the twenty-five odd issues she spent as lame Emma Peel clone (with a sidekick/guru who managed to blend half-assed ex oriente lux clichés with a patronizing racial stereotype) did. (More in-depth discourse on the present controversy can be found here and here.)
Of course, I happen to think mod-judo Diana stories are pretty ginchy -- what with the bird-punching and lesbian hippie B&D villains and all -- in a trash culture sort of way. That's the problem with being a committed retrologist: The abyss gazes also.
The Trashmen - Surfin' Bird (from The Tube City! The Best of The Trashmen, 1992) - Here's some more disposable pop joy from the 60's: a Dionysian mash-up (long before the term was ever coined) of The Rivingtons' "Papa-Oom-Mow-Mow" and "The Bird's the Word" from a Minnesota surf rock outfit. (Those crests on Lake Minnetonka, dudes... Totally bitchin'.)
The Puppini Sisters - I Will Survive (from Betcha Bottom Dollar, 2006) - Keeping the retro-novelty pop tradition alive, and I bless 'em for it.
Earle Hagen - Theme to The Mod Squad (from Television's Greatest Hits Vol 1, 1990) - If this tune doesn't instill an irrational desire to chase a cheap hood down a dirty alleyway (that oddly resembles a studio backlot) full of empty cardboard boxes then there's something seriously wrong with you.
(Linc Hayes ain't got nothin' on Bahlactus.)