The baddest guitarist who ever lived. There are people who are endowed with skills, abilities, knacks, talents, and gifts for artisitic expression, coupled with technical ability and imagination sufficient to wow, impress and awe lesser mortals such as you and I. Then there is Jimi Hendrix.
Jimi was doing things with the electric guitar that was far and beyond anything thought humanly possible, and this was when technology, although considered state-of-the-art at the time, was way too primitive for the otherworldly, supernatural gift with which God blessed Jimi Hendrix. His was not a human gift. Such ability and genius is reserved for the angels. There are other "guitar gods" of other musical genres, ranging from country and folk, instrumental to jazz and hard rock, old school heavy metal and alternative metal, who may come close, and even surpass Hendrix in electric guitar sounds, but only because musical technology has come as far as it has since the Electric Gypsy's death way back on Sept. 18th, 1970. If the man with an angel's gift for music was around today, no one would be able to hold a smoldering cigarette butt next to him, let alone a candle. 'Nuff said, point made, end of argument, get over it, tha-tha-tha-that's all, folks.
Lead singer of the band Judas Priest. Had a band called Fight for a couple of albums (and they still kick major ass). II was something of a departure from the format of music he plays; too techno for moi. That doesn't change the fact that he can scream like a pissed off demon.
Rob Halford can scream your whimpering ass into a corner.
McDonald's. The grossest restaurant chain on the planet.
I'll never eat at McNasty's again. Their hamburgers and breakfast stuff have the same gross-ass taste, and the fries are so damned greasy you can almost wring them out. I remember the first time I had a McRib sandwich; it was also the last time. I puked that up that sucker in the parking lot. Beats the hell out of me how they can sell anything anymore. You couldn't pay me enough to get supersized on that tripe they serve.