Old lefties, humorless, overinvested in hagiography, no technique. Would be nice to think we owe them something, but, honestly, they're no Chuck Berrys. Let them sit by their quiet pond.
Crappy Pappy, Wiccan Chicken, Arclight Sphincters, whatever, it was pretty fun. Do the skip/slip.
Before all that, multicourse beer tasting dinner, pale ale with grapefruity hops FTW.
Happy Armistice, everybody.