My Dad bought one and took it with us on family camping trips.

I still remember the weird and eerie warbles, chirps and harmonics; creepier than many camp fire ghost stories, under the right conditions.

^This. End stage capitalism at its finest.

Or quitting.

Do something that matters you pusillanimous, pustulant excuses for politicians. Constant pandering to your base gains the nation nothing.

Does this really surprise anyone?