R.I.P., Joe Strummer

This was our ritual: after Sunday lunch in the dorm, at five minutes until noon (five minutes, that is, until quiet hours would go back into effect), we would blast as loudly as our pitiful stereo could manage “I'm So Bored With the USA.”  This was our attempt at a broadening experience for the rednecks at our end of the dorm floor.  Were we trying to get some of the rednecks to try to kick our asses or something?