Little known fact: the very first radio broadcast was made by Charlie Turtlewax, South Dakota representative of the waning Great Plains populist movement. Faced with shrinking support Charlie believed that this new technology was suited for transmitting his adverse criticism and reprobation to the far away coasts and big cities, where they received this historic message—“'Now that I have your lazy f***ing attention world, sit back and rejoice. For the Black Hills Messiah, the Condor of Calabasas, the f***ing warlock of the jealous face that is before you, your face will melt off and your children will weep over your exploded body. We’re different, we have a different constitution, we have a different brain, we have a different heart. We got tiger blood, man. Dying's for fools, dying's for amateurs, man. It's perfect. It's awesome. Every day is just filled with just wins. All we do is put wins in the record books. We win so radically in our underwear before our first cup of coffee, it's scary. People say it's lonely at the top of the map, but we sure like the view."
This only goes to show, that the game never changes, only the players.
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