Yes, loyal readers of tha Jalop, we are asking the question. Who should be represented by a hastily-yet-passionately-constructed totem of rags, jute, stuffing of used all-new-materiel and shop rags, soaked in Ancient Age and set alight on the palace lawn at the end of a stinking, fuming yellow nylon rope under a lacerated sky? What exec, designer, tuner or general personality needs a surrogate Joan-of-Arc taken out on him or her? Comments are open. Do your worst to the rapscallions, rapscallions.

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