Processed cheese with every other phrase of every other hook ending in the word Love. What rhymes with love? Let me count the ways, fifty years of rock and nothing more to show for it than a headache and a mullet. The entire industry stinks to high heaven. The avril lavignes the Ricky Martins and all the bastard children of Elvis and Mama Cass. The family tree is rotten. The music spoonfed through radio and media. A blitzkrieg upon our sanity. Corporate power defiles the most inviolable and sacrosanct realm of human existence our ability to choose. We are no longer free to make our own decisions. It is necessary to obey our masters. We are slaves and we whistle while we toil. We may never know how it got to be this bad or how much worse it will be before the glass house is shattered. Rock n ROll is a tool of the devil, they were right and we did not listen. Children are being babysat by spice girls and fox news. Welcome to civilization, here is your T-shirt and blue jeans just please try to fit in and dont talk crazy.