Upon reading this little "story," I was instantly reminded of the first line of Edgar Allen Poe's poem The Raven:
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
This story has all the makings of some sort of dream, perhaps akin to the television show Dallas for those of you who remember it.
This pondering or dream is nothing short but a shot across the bow to a couple of manufacturers, one that K & C has tangled with on this Forum and one that K & C may perceive to be a threat.
It's also quite interesting that Herr Oberst has chimed in. I wonder who he really is