I've been perusing yet another thread on FC.  Suddenly "FC threading"
has become quite the post-midnight rage at Cyco Mike's Linspire Lounge.
 It's quite addicting to read the various oozings of:

those who obviously have something in their wallets and want you to know
they do

those who obviously have something in their wallets but carry on so
effortlessly that clearly they don't care what anybody else thinks (bravo!)

those (like most of us) who have far, far less bank but still bring the
kind of car-knowledge game that holds its own on FC or anywhere car

and finally those who have only four dollars and their bail bondsman's
card in their wallet and the keys to a '98 Chevy Cavalier in their front
pocket - and make that clear from Post #1.

Anyway ...

Some FC heavy-hitter guy named Jim (aka Napolis?), who has been playing
the all-time f.ck tease on this particular thread about some upcoming
Ferrari uber machine (I'm not even through it yet so I don't know what
he's talking about), whips this out (verbatim):

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I will say this. Over the weekend a friend of mine who has 3 Zonda's 2
Enzos, an FXX, 4 430's, 8 360's, a 333 SP, several F40's including a
GTE, an MC12... (you get the picture) was shown some early photos of
what I'm talking about and his response was:

"Jim, people say I'm crazy but you're the one who's really crazy."

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What I say is: Holy Crap.  If I had that kind of trophy hardware laying
around, I wouldn't want GOD to tell any other beings - in any other
universe - about it, much less sit idly by while my "friend" blabs it
all over the electronic world.  (Unless, I suppose, he gets a really
nice boner from knowing his friend is doing that ... who knows?  Weirder
things have been done.)

What does anybody do with EIGHT 360s?  I love Ferraris - hell, just
about all sports cars - and I probably love them more than I love my
mother.  But the above greed bath - and it's allusion to however many
more such baths there are - underscores again what is wrong with our
civilization.  What used to be called a "gulf" between the haves and the
have-nots could probably now be promoted to "galaxy" or simply
"infinity".  I would love to get some indication that the gentleman in
question puts a little of that $$ away for somebody else not so
fortunate ... I'm not sure why, I just think it's heinous to have so
much and not be inclined to give much of it away.

Ah well ... take it away, Roger.

Doctor Doctor what is wrong with me
This supermarket life is getting long
What is the heart life of a colour TV
What is the shelf life of a teenage queen
Ooh western woman
Ooh western girl
News hound sniffs the air
When Jessica Hahn goes down
He latches on to that symbol
Of detachment
Attracted by the peeling away of feeling
The celebrity of the abused shell the belle
Ooh western woman
Ooh western girl
And the children on Melrose
Strut their stuff
Is absolute zero cold enough
And out in the valley warm and clean
The little ones sit by their TV screens
No thoughts to think
No tears to cry
All sucked dry
Down to the very last breath
Bartender what is wrong with me
Why I am so out of breath
The captain said excuse me ma'am
This species has amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
We watched the tragedy unfold
We did as we were told
We bought and sold
It was the greatest show on earth
But then it was over
We oohed and aahed
We drove our racing cars
We ate our last few jars of caviar
And somewhere out there in the stars
A keen-eyed look-out
Spied a flickering light
Our last hurrah
And when they found our shadows
Grouped 'round the TV sets
They ran down every lead
They repeated every test
They checked out all the data in their lists
And then the alien anthropologists
Admitted they were still perplexed
But on eliminating every other reason
For our sad demise
They logged the only explanation left
This species has amused itself to death
No tears to cry
No feelings left
This species has amused itself to death
Amused itself to death