Ok, let’s be honest, I’m an angry man. I wake up mean, drink a hot cup of jealousy in the morning, shake my head in frustration in the afternoon, and end the day with a steaming pile of rage. Finally there’s a band that can commiserate with my feelings, and lend a megaphone for my selfish voice and direct it at this America. That band, my heated-brethren, is Rambos. Call me self-centered, but I can’t walk down my boulevard without being accosted. I am confronted by ugliness in every form, and the only thing that can soothe my cracked throat is a tall glass of Rambos.
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