Murvis Diamond Importers - worthless twits

Comrades,
Just out of curiosity, am I the only one who is completely bored and irritated listening to the radio and having those pompous ads from Murvis Diamonds come on? For those of you who aren't subjected to these little screeds, they consist of this oh-so-serious Brit (probably a fake accent) come on and say in clipped tones - "My name is Ronny Murvis. When I was three, my father sent me and my little brother alone out into the kalahari desert to dig for raw diamonds using nothing more than our bare hands and blades of grass. Then, under his gentle tutelage, we would fashion the raw diamonds with the stumps of our fingers and teeth, until they became flawless and polished. They were then set into rings and necklaces formed from the spinal column of our dear mother; to be brought to you at fabulous prices. After all, nobody pays retail anymore, they shoplift." What bullshit. And it's as if they have some control over supply. Everyone knows De Beers has a COMPLETE monopoly on diamonds in the world, and has vastly inflated the prices due to that simple fact. Yet good ol' Ronny drones on how his family's "private" diamond mines remain unknown and untouched, guarded by deaf mute eunuchs. The commercials are just so god damned self-important. You know that Ronnie and his family are just a bunch of twittish outcasts from Central Casting at Monty Python. I wish they'd just get off the airwaves and return to the traditional rum, sodomy and the lash. Ninnys....