There are teams that you have some kind of respect for. Well, respect might be the wrong word. Let’s say you just don’t hate them because they’re not random kiddos. Fear Factory was one of those teams. I bet you could go out with these guys and have some fun, wake up in the morning and realize that you’re naked although there were no women out with you, that your clothes are gone and that a lot more money has disappeared from your wallet than you spent on drinks. But that’s alright, they’re Polish, they can’t help it.

Their new lineup seems like a very odd joke though. They took in three Belgians and one Swede who is actually an Indian. So what we have now is a team that is not only limited in its practice schedule because mesqi’s mother comes to kiss him good night at 10 sharp, no, they’re actually the worst combination of nations ever. Six players that are going to come to your house, take your scalp, steal your car and molest and kill your seven year old daughter. Then they take out her heart, put it on a stick and roast it over fire to sacrifice it to Manitou. They rip open your shirt to realise that you’re way too old (above 10) to be a good rape victim and finally leave you lying in your own blood. They head for the next house and repeat.

Wow. They really should have stayed all Polish.