This was a review I just read on Amazon.com for a Grateful Dead album:

The Greatful Dead were nothing but an infantile gang of cackling tramps. While they fecklessly hawked their cheap ties to K-Mart, they relentlessly puked hour upon hour of gelatinized nonsense onto their pony-tailed legions of unemployed, mind-altered drones. Now, I may not be the spokesperson for the American way, but I’m pretty sure that virulent body odor, marijuana cigarettes, and hay-seed mentalities do NOT make the world go around. Therefore, as we enter the 21st century, let’s all try to remember our common humanity, and let us categorically reject the naive and sophomoric blather that has been the ultimate legacy of the silly 1960’s. To chuck this unfortunate and ridiculous collection of nursery rhymes into the rubbish would be a good start. Thank you very much.

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Also, I hope to get the new format up this weekend. The above will undoubtedly be my first post.