Who is responsible?

As we speak Hell is on its way of creating another circle in its ever open hotel of damned souls. A circle dedicated to companies that sell ring tones to the modern (damned) consumer. I can't understand the need to change ring tone every other week for the next "hot" MTV song. As if I didn't hear Beyonce enough every time I turn on the TV. Now I must hear her songs on the buss, in the grocery store, in the ticket line to my favourite cinema, in the restaurant where I try to enjoy a good meal and even in the library. The Devil has found a way to desecrate every last sanctum known to man with the choir of "I’m so unique" ring tones spreading the commercial gospel of the record companies.

So all of you who dance to the pipes of Jamba and other such peddlers of cellular porn mark my words you will all burn in hell for your heinous acts of treachery against mankind. And in Hell there are no polyphonic ring tones… Oh the sweet sound of thousands of damned souls drowned in the cacophony of Nokia 5110 ring tones.