Deafness Can Be Underrated

A pox on you, foul whistler! The more intricate your musical composition, the prouder you appear. You blissfully subject us to the piercing screech of your exhalations. I wish for sudden arid conditions to rob you of the moisture so necessary for this hideous tune. Barring that change in climate, a well-timed crosstown bus will suffice. Oh rid us of this foul aural pestilence.