This is my transmitter. There are few like it but this one is mine. My transmitter is my best friend. It is my voice. I must master it to maintain the respect of my peers. Without me, my transmitter is useless. Without my transmitter, I am useless. I must tune my transmitter precisely. I must heat up my coax more than the sidebanders who seek to invade our holy band allocations. My transmitter and I know that what counts is not the luster of our knobs, the span of our audio, nor our modulation index. We know the path to happiness lies via pure unadulterated power. We will strap. In memory of Edwin Howard Armstrong, I make this solemn promise. My transmitter and I stand ready to repel the slopbucket invaders. We stand together as brothers and sisters dedicated to AM. Let our technical excellence and static-killing signals stand as a beacon to all. Long Live AM!!