The ones who’ve brought us a minivan commercial featuring Judas Priest’s “The Hellion,” that is.

Dont’ get me wrong.  With all the drivel on TV, I welcome hearing KK Downing and Glenn Tipton’s guitars screaming at me from my set.  But for a minivan?

And what’s with the chinless androgyne who is apparently, to the makers of this atrocity of a commercial, the apotheosis of the man’s man who just needs some good rockin’ to convince him to buy this emasculation of a vehicle?  A vehicle whose purchase will signal that, in the words of a Brazilian woman I know, “You’ve given up on sexy, and it’s never coming back?”

There oughta be a law.  Hell, there is one for everything else that annoys just about anybody.  When do I get mine?