I AM VERY EMOTIONAL ON THIS SUBJECT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When I was three, my family traveled for several hours on a vacation destination of a lifetime. I was so excited I kept wetting my diaper. Yes, I wore diapers as a three year old. In those days it was quite common, my parents told me, for a child to wear diapers until well into junior high school and so by the time I was in high school I had progressed to only wearing a sleeping diaper. Now at my age, it's a diaper 24/7. Anyway, back to my wet, 3 year old diaper.
My parents had been saving for years for this dream vacation and our families and my urethra's excitement could not be contained. Anyway, we drove and drove and drove to our vacation and had the time of our lives until out of the corner of my eye I saw a shape. It was my favorite shape in the whole world. There was a huge crowd of people waiting in line to meet this hero. We stood there in the blazing heat, which by the way is pretty quick to induce a wicked diaper rash, for what seemed like hours. Finally, the ultimate pinnacle of our vacation and what should have been the highlight of my life, I was the very next person in line. I was so tired from the excitement and the heat that I almost passed out from sun stroke, but I struggled to retain consciousness. Finally, it was my turn and my heroes handler stepped in and said, "Sorry, Mickey needs to go on a break. We'll be back in 45 minutes.
My dreams were crushed. My hopes were dashed. My faith in humanity shaken to it's core. So yes, you can see how I would have such a violent reaction when I hear the voice of that vile Disney character coming at me through stereo speakers, personified in a vocalist more in need of a stage name than anyone in history. Steelheart to me is the aural equivalent of baking in the hot sun with festering diaper rash inhabiting my urine soaked wiggly bits.
But hey, apparently you LIKE diaper rash.