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See, here's the deal. Listen up y'all, you'se about to get learnt something.

Excellence, is transitory. Brilliance, is a torch rarely grasped but never held long. However-- the important part-- those blessed with the incendiary light of TRUTH, become... how to put it... befuddled zombies, shells of their former selves. The smart ones realize it. The dumbphucks (cough Buttshot cough) do not, and stumble on as a parody of themownselves.

Our dear friend Big Stick (aka Buttshot Boxer) is a great example.

Let there be no mistake: the lil' [bleep] was brilliant. Brilliant at a stupid thing, but let's not get bogged down in that. He had it goin' ON! He was the best internet ballbusta In The World.

But time wounds all heels, moth and rust do decay... (just ask MontanaCreek who is now a pudgy grouchy bald guy), and the brightest lights often are fueled by, well, booze and other substances that erode Our Heroes, to a limp nub.

(as an example, let us consider, say Stevie Ray. SRV was THE MAN, ripping scorching licks from his battered Strat, the king of the world... until he wasn't. Then he became a zombie, a parody, hacking out the same tired chit with a slightly baffled look on his face. Sound familiar?)

Sticking with the rock star analogy a moment, one oddity of human nature is that even after our Hero reaches Zombie Shell status, he will still have groupies. Granted they are baggy-teated crab infested ho's (like Wageslave) or weird nympho pervs who want to be peed on (like Deflave) or odd ducks playing dress-up and hoping for a bone (like SLM). But they are there! In all their slightly fishy-smelling, blister-lipped "glory", they are there.

And so it goes with Friend Buttshot Boxer. He continues to bang out the same tired licks... slightly out of tune... Now Playing at a Casino Near You!... but the fire is gone. The torch is passed. The One Ring is cast'd into the fires of Mordor, from whence it came. We are down to the yeasty goo at the bottom of the bottle.

The good news is, the dude still has his cracked-hip, blister-lipped, crab infested groupies.



And this, dear reader, is why the cognizant amongst us opt for Inspired Mediocrity. MUCH longer shelf life. And no Deflave hanging around wanting to get peed on.