il maestro ignoto

While I make no assertions as to the veracity behind this rant - I ‘d love to draw your attention to the viciousness of said attack. The vehemence pokes out like nipples on a cold december morning. The delivery, passionate, focused and unrelenting.

As I read, I could picture the author fuming internally, smoke screaming out his orifices like you haven’t seen since the steam locomotives were replaced by the diesel engines (not that I am old enough to remember), voice quivering and of course china flying around as he battled to contain himself.

It is oddly reminiscent of my time at a certain BigCorp^tm.

Don’t just take my word for it, go see for yourself [ I am Seb - On the BBC. ]