I'll be the first to admit that much of the music I like makes a virtue of protracted song lengths, overt virtuosity and pretentious lyrical concepts. But there are very few popular musicians out there that sharpen these three dreaded prongs to as much of a lacerating point as this smug Rand-loving prick:

Fuck you, guy from Rush. Having a 101 piece kit and a first edition of Atlas Shrugged does not make you a better drummer or lyricist.