a bitter british wasa/wannabeagain star gets a testosterone-hero mailing-list-superpower's shackles up so far he decides to step forward for freedom, justice, and everything that's holy and smite this alien foreigner for daring to produce words of mass anoyance. so line up everyone, you're either with the colonel or against him. but wait, thrasher commits himself to fighting to death and woe be to anyone who actually gets it really on with him. oh my god, look at their feathers spread, look at their chests bulge out. ok ok lets settle this like civilized people. i suggest a duel to the death - whatever place over the pond sounds about right. someone film this shit for the rest of us poor bastards without 2 air miles to rub together. post it up on whatever brand spanking new file distribution system everyone is drooling about lately. let the rest of us spank our enemies vicariously through you. anyone wanna start up a pool? i'll put my money on the colonel ends up the living one, but minus an eyeball and with one testicle a little oblong, a little more twitching and a little less mathmatical skill (i'm willing to change that if given some more graphic description of what so-and-so would do to so-and-so). let's approach some media biz idioterati, maybe exclusive broadcast rights could be traded for compensation for all the cokehead thievery apparently going on. times that by how many region codes are there? video rental sales! merchandising! it could be the answer to capatilism's worldwide decay! right on, let it rip kids. don't let the pacifists hold you back from your manifest destiny. they're irrelevant anyway ;-)