The mind numbs in remembrance for the late 90s early 00s turgid rhymes of Caucasian males by the last names of Durst and Burzer. We were certain that natural selection would kick in, but Shinoda and Bennington took the form of recessive allele's - manifesting themselves as Filoviruses - promising to infect the auditory canals of you, your children, and your children's children with feces infested bar chords. Formulaic at best, and an epidemic at worst, Linkin Park has proved to be the musical cockroach of our times, never disappearing, always breathing, unfathomably annoying, and continually invoking fear and apathy all over the world. The greatest comedian of our day rightly proclaimed "I want my rock stars dead." For these simpletons a more relevant commentary would state, "I want these pop stars waterboarded, defecated on, and buried in the desert."
-Jafar