Pour beer out on the curb for Olympic Recordings, one of my favorite metal labels around, unfairly driven into parent-company absorption by the Olympics. One rather sees the United States Olympic Committee's point: certainly, every time I got out my copy of Dechristianize, I assumed I was listening to Florida death metal that'd been vetted and approved by the USOC. Didn't you, fellow death metal enthusiast? Didn't you call your Olympics-lovin' relatives and tell them that, at long last, the Olympic games had a metal label all their own? No? You didn't? You say the word "olympic" predates the USOC by about four millenia if you go by its Greek root and by a mere four centuries if you're going strictly by English usage? Huh. Imagine that. Next thing you'll be saying that we shouldn't let biotech companies put patents on rice or something, you big communist, you.