Ok, I accept that I'm not going to make "dominatoration" happen. Fine. I'm over it.
Still, I don't think that "domination" suits the 2010 GnR tour. It's just not big enough. And while I thought that maybe what it needed was a few more letters—in this case, "t-o-r-a," y'know, to make it bigger—I might have been mistaken about that.
But see, this 2010 tour is going to be something of biblical, apocalyptic magnitude. As the Holy Scriptures say: "And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and her name that sat on him was Beth, and Mel followed with her."
And now that I hear other teams talking about "total domination" or whatever—I love the High Rollers as much as the next guy, but let's face it, they don't ROCK—I think it's time to take this to another level. It's time to put the eyeliner on a little thicker, to spray on an extra coat of ozone-destroying Aqua Net, to tug our leather pants a little tighter into the crotch. It's time to throw our heads back, sling our air guitars down by our knees, drive into one of those chuggaduh chuggaduh chuggaduh chuggaduh rhythms, and scream ... just what exactly?
Who's got a name for the GnR 2010 tour? A name that's big enough, powerful enough, devastatingly rocking enough to fit the destruction that will be visited on the hotel rooms, livestock, and rollergirls who are too slow to get out of the way as GnR wails through the twenty-ten season all the way to eleven: twenty-eleven, that is!