Yeeeehaw!

Let the raging begin! You peasants may now imagine me in full cowboy regalia, one hand full of the reins, the other waving a genuine sweatstained straw cowboy hat above my head as I dig the spurs into Micheal Moore, riding him down to the local Alchohol, Firearms, Tobacco and Explosives Store.

No, I'm not going to include a picture. What are you, imagination deficient? Sheesh.