By now, my brothers and sisters, you are sadly aware that GM Mark McCullers and his band of bourgeois ninny Dublin soccer mom's are conspiring to put the middle-class milquetoast mediocrity back in Crew Stadium by bringing in the jackbooted thugs to enforce strict prohibitions on chants like "This is our house, get the fuck out."
Don't worry Brittany Bubblehead, your kids are already doing, seeing and hearing much worse every Friday night while you're drinking cosmopolitans at the club than anything they will ever witness at Crew stadium.
It's like Eminem said: "Of course they gonna know what intercourse is by the time they hit fourth grade. They got the Discovery Channel don't they?
We, the unwashed, uncouth, uncivilized rabble of the Nordecke hereby resolve that we will not be beaten into comfortable conformity by the likes of Mark McCullers and the country club cougars who gladly support water boarding and the bombing of civilians in Afghanistan but worry that their children might get the wrong idea if they hear the F-bomb at a soccer game.
It all comes down to this: What kind of world do you want to live in? A predictable, safe world ruled by fat, white, conservative, rule-bound suburbanites?
To all douches who have a problem with the profanity and other untidy aspects of Nordecke, El Luchador has a message: "This is our house. Get the fuck out."