So we drive through the night, with the howling wind at our backs -
Riding our Teutonic terror, we will give 'em the axe!
Okay, they're cheesy and they're no poet laureates - even for '80's style true heavy metal. But damn it, they're ACCEPT - they have both the right and the responsibility to kick arse and take names. Angry blue-collar beat-'em-down rock-music-with-balls is an imperative on Monday afternoons for me these days, for me to vent my commonsensical rage...
Speaking of which, expect a cheesehead post from me soon on the entire union / budgetary kerfuffle in Madison in the very near future.
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