You seem surprised.  Sean O'Neal put this Newswire piece together, so of course it is angled to provoke and outrage, my friend!

So if Rushdie were foolish enough to walk down the street in Williamsburg, he would be trampled to death by a stampede of Chuck Taylors? Thought so, my friend!

You are wasting your time, my good friend!

You keep trying to sell your cheap garbage in a place where no one cares. Good for you, my friend!

I don't believe his movie was so good, it made up for those musical atrocities, my friend.

I believe Clint Eastwood owns the rights to 'Get off my lawn!', my friend.

Could it be that Limp Bizkit fans are hairy and they stink, my friend?

*cues White Stripes song*

Anyone would look talented alongside the wooden performance Jonathan Rhys Meyers gave in that film, my friend!

She was OK in Ghost World, my friend, as Steve Buscemi owned it, and Thora Birch sucked.  She may be Woody Allen's latest muse, but she can't hold a candle to 1970s Diane Keaton, my friend!

UB40 BROKE, my friend!

Yes, you are right, my friend.  They are an office party, 'reggae covers band for hire' who inexplicably made it into the pop charts.

Having a string of hits with other people's songs does not yield royalties, my friend.  It only makes the songwriters richer.  This result was inevitable, my friend.

Dolly Parton's 'Nine to Five', my friend?

Agreed with you, my friend.  Problem was Neil Diamond started performing a reggae version of the song live after UB40 version was a hit.

I'll be your… BANKRUPTCY tonight….

So says HipsterDBag logged in under another name.

but don't tell anyone, my friend.

I doubt it, my friend. 16-year-old girls would be more interested in watching True Blood for the eye candy of Stephen Moyer and Alexander Skarsgård, than Dexter for Michael C. Hall, my friend.  Dexter fans are more likely to be the aforementioned 22-year-old male dorks, or of course, Salman Rushdie.

A noble statement, but no one cares, my friend!