To be delivered to Mr. O'Reilly: A Short Treatise on the Nature of Spin
 by: Your Worst Nightmare (Socks and Ralph, of course)

 Mr O'Reilly, if that is your real name, it has come to our attention that 
 an abomination of the physical world has occurred. In a move that is 
 titanic in its idiocy, we understand that you have attempted to create a 
 so-called "No-Spin Zone". This assault on the mathematical world will not 
 go unchecked. 

 Your move, Mr. O'Reilly, is steeped in the ignorance of pre-Copernican 
 physics. The very notion of a zone free of spin is a direct attack on the 
 very fabric of the universe. Only by the grace of such brilliant minds as
 Einstein, Bohr and deBroglie are we gifted with the weapons we need to 
 strike down your neanderthal decrees that are running rampant across the
 delicately woven, but nevertheless formidable, theories of modern 
 mathematics and physics.

 Spin, generally considered a flawed state of being by you and your ilk, is 
 the most perfect of all states, in that it is the only state available to 
 us. Your no-spin zone is an abomination, a mathematical flaw, in much the 
 same way that you appear to be a biological flaw. The 3rd position, an 
 outside observation point that you cling to so childishly, like a 
 frightened puppy-child, does not exist. Welcome to our maelstrom of post-
 quantum terror. You will find no rest. 

 By who's eyes are we to stop spinning, Mr. Billiam? By who's opinion?
 Certainly we can spin in time with another, thus eliminating our spin 
 relative to one another, but have no fear, Billocracy, we're still 
 spinning. The Universe Spins, the Galaxies spin, and within it, every 
 atom spins. Even the one that serves as your brain (dang!). To Spin is to 
 be perfect. Without it, gravitrons would rend, nucleotic material would 
 separate, electrons would run wild, and the Universe, as you would have 
 it, would be nothing more than a chaotic zoo of elementary matter, wildly 
 crashing and colliding in torridly sexual sea of entropic confusion. Your
 madness and ignorance, Billygoat, are horrifying.

 Thus we are here. Where injustice happens, and where the immutable laws 
 of physics are tried, Socks and Ralph will be there. Do not quail, 
 Billophane. You can be saved. Although only to be helplessly slaughtered 
 by our commandos.

      Yours in thought,

      Socks and Ralph