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The road to hell is paved with silver
tongues ...mmm, slippery...
--Reverend O
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Welcome
to
the Chapel
The current Sermon:
Why to stay in
this great nation, at least long enough
to finish college.
Anarchy. We all love it, like a
new puppy, we soon forget its appeal
when having to go out into the world and
pay the feckin phone bill, and I have
some new thoughts on the subject.
http://quotes.prolix.nu/Politics/Anarchy/
Among the quotes on the link above
are some I think are worthy of living
by, but was shocked when I recently had
to explain some odd things to an 11 year
old about being a freak. Dreamboat and I
took his little sister to her first rock
concert, Foo Fighters and Weezer, ( she
fancies herself a "goth-punk"). Ahh,
just a little grasshopper....
Thing # 1,
When I was your age there was no
store called hot topic where you could
go at the mall and buy things to wear
that would piss off your parents and
teachers. (this surprised her) We had to
make it all up on our own. (really?) We
had to use creative tools like sewing
machines and this thing they now call
"vintage boutiques" but in my time was
called the "thrift store" where I would
get my school clothes. I was not trying
to be a freak to begin with, but the
clothes they had from days long forgot
were just made of nicer fabric and
looked nicer on than the crappy 80's
pinstriped polyester shit.
#2 I had to deliver "moshing"
etiquette with a history lesson. (she is
too small, but we could see it from the
balcony). It used to be called a "slam
pit" where people would slam dance to a
thing called "Punk Rock Music" in a
counter clockwise direction to symbolize
"counter-culture". (very little of this
was getting through, I didn't need
lessons when I was a young punk, but I
appreciated the few tips I gleaned
because I was a rebel with a cause
beyond fashion, these kids don't give a
shit these days, its all a consumptive
fashion show to them)
#3 At a bigger show it would
become a "mosh" and if you really wanted
to be hardcore and get into the pit you
would wear clothes that weren't easily
ripped from your body (moshing uniform:
Jeans, combat boots, sports bra, and
wife-beater or t-shirt [not easily
ripped off your body while crowd
surfing, consider leaving the show
missing a shirt, wearing one shoe, in a
lacey bra]
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The Reverend O
#5 Pink-Sweater-Bitches: The
girls who are afraid but go to shows
anyway, I told her about stuck- up
sorority girls who would go into a
pit surrounded by frat boys, it was
fun to act all calm around them,
until the circle of frat boys let
their guard down and the pink
sweater bitches could be easily
surrounded and all things rectified.
The concert was over before I
got to tell any broken-
nose-pink-sweater-bitch stories but
I think young Elizabeth was
partially scared, and put in her
place as a normal kid [possible
future pink-sweater-bitch] yet
intrigued and will possibly stay
with us here on the dark side.
But frankly, I do not give a
flying shit how this poor young
consumer turns out, her prepackaged
ways are too far along like the rest
of Miami's youth. it is
disappointing being in a town where
counter-culture consists of
crackheads, and nothing else.
Homogyny is king.
In summary, this sermon has to
do with saying fuck em if they can't
take a joke in English without
turning it into "Regetone" if they
cant take a joke at the shopping
mall without franchising it, at the
DMV, soon they'll be offering rock
and roll-Dracula plates.
Homogenization is not rampant, at
least there is one real goth kid out
there who is getting patsied for a
murder in California that still
gives us old freaks some hope of not
becoming the pedestrian rule. They
even wheeled out the old devil
worshipping coffin for him on CNN
the other night, just like when we
were kids!
The words "feaux-hawk" were
printed on my most recent hair
product purchase. Do our children
have to pierce their midsections
with a tree trunk to get attention
and be considered avante guard in
the future? I wonder.
If we did it all, all the
reactionary and extremely-extreme
shit, for some reason, there would
be some social result by now. There
was not much of a reason,
apparently, and the result is clear.
Our generation of piercings and
tattoos and moshing is like, voting
republican in droves, or our
political system is so corrupt it
has overtaken us. All the more
reason to either "smash the state",
or get a fucking great education and
then leave the country.
Blessing to you
all.
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