If, at a certain point (say, the end of the third paragraph), your eyes don't shoot right out of your head making a comical "boing-oing-oing" sound, then congratulations, you're indoctrinated. Big Brutha loves ya.
(You know, that right there might only be the second or third time I've ever linked to Glenn Reynolds, and I've had this site since the end of 2002. Finger on the pulse of the blogosphere, and all that...)
