Originally posted by hubsonfire
...snip....
And one tin netgeek rides away...
Hub, you're an evil, evil man.
You set my subconscious on a meandering mission, and it took me hours to connect that snippet with singing some 60's folk song in music class back in second grade.
I'm in the middle of an interview, and suddenly into my forebrain pops the annoying tune and sanctimonious lyrics of "legend of Billy Jack" -- "Go ahead and kill your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend...Do it in the name of hea---ven, you can justify it in the end....there wont be any trumpets blowin', come that judgement day....on the bloody mornin aaafffter...One tin soldier rides away...."
The other guy will never know why I stalled out in the middle of a sentence!
