The judge, jury, conscious, local whiner, use to be, has spoken.

All you dreamers and wanntabees stop that dreaming and take a dose of pure unadulterated dribble from Skyhigh and join the Skyhigh Army. Then you won't be able to drink, swear, run with wild wild women, play with flying machines and have fun. You will only stand on a corner and beat on a drum just like him singing. " Skyhigh Army, Skyhigh Army, put a nickle on the drum and save another Aviation Bum ."

Message is getting reaaaaal old, Skyhigh!