Slappy, y'all better keep one eye on'yer rearview cause me'en sum'tha good'ol boys are gonna' be out this weekend lookin for sum SS-luvin', beer-guzlin' yahoos, like your own sorry-ass self, to put the hurtin' on sumthin' fierce. We'll be slicin' up some whoopass pie and there's a mighty big piece with your name on it Chris! You'd best pack up that SS boat anchor in the carton it came in and git your Yankee-hiney cross the border a'for we knock it back to the 1970's where'n it belongs! Y'all can leave the interconnects and powercords behind cause you won't be needin' those where you'll be heading. Your kind's been polutin' the clean mountain air of the Rockies with that harsh, head-bangin' sound one late night too often! Y'all better re-read the lil' piggie's advice there bud, especially the "flight" part and start flappin' sumthin' other than yer' butt-cheeks.
Now what was I saying about tolerance and perspective...? Screw it! There are way too many folks out there like Chris, who seem to think the sounds coming out of their SS rigs have some remote similarity to music. As long as there are folks like that out there, drinkin' from the same fountains, sitting in the same classrooms as our children, taking up seats on public transportation, why then every red-blooded American patriot should see it as their duty to rid our nation of this plague of transistor-worshiping lunatics!
Marco
