Me and my friends have many interests. We like everything from skateboarding to drinking. The dontshakethebaby masthead is essentially who I hang out with.
Brodie Bruce is one quick motherfucker who, if he's not talking about the upcoming class war is committing drunken acts of vandalism. I wish I had the balls to join in on his jolly rampages but I'm too much of a wimp. I'm personally in favor of smashing capitalism and believe me, if I thought no one would catch me most financial institutions would be cinders and charcoal right now.
Eventually any conversation with us will lead to talking about how funny its gonna be when the poor storm the emerald palaces of the rich and the entire social structure flips like a big fat pancake of justice. Just as a historical note, revolutions happen all the time, and the conditions for them are always the same. A widening gap between the privileged and the impoverished, a shortage of basic goods and a visible target class that holds all the wealth. Look around you babies, cause we got 2 out of three. While some of us drive Land Rovers and natter about our friend's nose job on a cell phone, others eat garbage and shoot heroin while pissing in a parking lot. The time for change seems a-comin.
So revolution dangles like a ripe tomato on the vine, waiting to be taken in the hand of the boldest and tossed at the running dogs of the capitalist swine. And as brodie observed the whole idea has been co-opted and sold back to us as typical teen angst and frat party anthems to stir up 3 man mosh pits in the living room that ironically topple lamps rather than the government.
I would prefer these mosh crews resign themselves to taciturn contemplation of their heroic averageness, but instead they choose to pound the floor while the fascist trumpet blows disguised as self expression.
Here's my two cents. Its a bad idea to listen to the fight songs of modern conformity and then riot aimlessly. My friend, that aggression needs a direction, let's point it at the real fucking enemy. You can beat the air with your fists and beat common sense with your angst, but that adolescent disenchantment with Disney and Coke makes for happy allies with ABC and Dasani. The plan for civil disobedience is good, but its being executed by shitheads with bad intentions.
And I was there with you all along, standing in line to get my share of the irony, dressed in a packaged revolution in the style of sincerity's perfect imitation. And together we choked it all down like suckers. But enough is enough. Thanks to all the half hearted and half assed its now raining bullshit and we're caught without an umbrella.
I have a suggestion, saving the world needs to be committed to, not passed around like a biker's girlfriend. If you feel like the world is fucked and want to make it a better place then don't put up with shit that is wrong ever. If something is wrong, fix it. If someone needs help, help them. Don't think about whether you should get involved, is it your problem? Of fucking course its your problem, people need help sometimes. It goes for everyone, especially the institutions that miserably fail to provide for us because their ranks are bloated by the slowest and dullest. If a cop is beating up a kid, don't just walk away, confront them, ask for their name. When you see something wrong do something about it.
That being said, I am such a hypocrite because I never confront anyone about anything ever. But I'm not the revolutionary, I'm the instigator. My gift is this rhetoric. Go throw an egg at a cop you fucking pussy, I double dare you.