See here. In the mean streets of this rough-and-tumble Brooklyn neighborhood, a ranting despot tyrannized innocent inhabitants, spoiling their jaunts to the yoga studio and gourmet cheese shop by spewing hateful, angry invective and generally harshing their Yankee-loving vibe. No more. Long-suffering proles of Park Slope, we know you are grateful, and we accept your thanks. Return the love by picking up a few of the tasty new iPods (did I just say that out loud?) that we’re introducing next week. Namaste.