In my line of work there is little which amuses more than the failed Spellingtard. Especially if the Spellingtard in question is one of our obnoxious US cousins:

“YOU DON’T SPELL AX WITH AN ‘E’! THAT’S PRE- Preepr- prepostroose.”

So when the “error” is:

a) Correct in the only version of English that matters
b) Accompanied by a glaring error of one’s own
c) Posted by an American
d) Already a subject less than ten threads from the top of the forum it is posted in

It makes me do a little sex-wee. This was too much of an opportunity to miss:

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Delicious, isn’t it? It’s like people who are bad at fighting starting fights, or fat people challenging Olympians to a race, or France starting a war (sorry), or German comedians, or… the stereotypes are endless.

Don’t start a Spelling Bee if you’re too stupid to spell your own words right. This could only have been better in one other way:

Because sometimes, being the resident Grammar/Spelling Nazi is too much fun.

Sometimes wars are not fought with bombs and guns, but with guitars and amps and coffee mugs. Here our hero tells a tale of how he heroically vanquished his foe with a Van Halen squeal then “divebombed and found myself on the 20th fret on the b string, doing the fastest vibaro I’ve ever heard.”

Maybe it’s just me, but an E powerchord sounds sexy as fuck.