1. viviandemilo: undercoverterrorist: HAHAHAH. YEP. HAHA Completely

    viviandemilo:

    undercoverterrorist:

    HAHAHAH. YEP.

    HAHA

    Completely

    (Source: leahxvx)

  2. The (*G.)oddamazon: Tumblr is white dildos. →

    thegoddamazon:

    dagseoul:

    stfuconfederates:

    icingonthekaek:

    I’m about to write an post, as well as a guest post to a well-known external blog about this, and if need be, I will submit it to my local news organization for review, and I need for you to understand that before I proceed. This is not something you will be able to explain away or cover up. There is already a blog post that is spreading across tumblr about this, so it’s not like no one is going to hear about it. It’s already out there. Your staff has made a mistake.

    You recently removed a blog titled deathtoallwhitepeople from your servers. This is understandable, and was expected, as the entire reason it was created was to point out the hypocrisy in how certain users are well-treated at the expense of others. However, you appear to have missed all of the following blogs:

    These blog titles are equally reprehensible, equally offensive, and violate your Terms of Service in the same way. I can’t imagine why they are all allowed to remain.

    I also need to point out that the 1st Amendment protects private citizens against governmental censorship. It does not provide protections against the actions of a private company, like yours. You  have the option — the power — to do something about this, to stop such hateful terms from being used against a group of people who are being harmed and oppressed by them. You’ve already chosen to use that power, and therein lies the hypocrisy: you didn’t protect the free speech of the person or persons who started the deathtoallwhitepeople blog, or protect other people of color from the death threats they reported to you.

    In doing what you have done, you let all of the people who were involved, along with anyone who is reading and reblogging the related posts, know that you care for the so-called 1st Amendment rights of white persons, but none for the rights of people of color.

    I am disgusted by your actions, and ask that you treat your members the same — that you remove blogs that use the word “nigger” in their title, and do not allow anyone to use it in their URLs in the future.

    I look forward to your prompt response.

    Everybody, please, reblog the shit out of this.

    it’s a matter of time before this post vanishes and is replaced with a photoset of sorority girls in black face.

    And skinny white “models” in Native head dresses in nondescript fields of wildflowers pretending to be walking people.

    Hypocritical in a big way Tumblr! Re-blogging the shit outta this.

  3. Failure

    I can talk some mean shit on here. I’d rather talk some mean shit outside, in real life. That still exists, right? Thanks though. I think it’s time to do something different, praxis and all that.

    I kinda wish I had some more extra cash so I could sign up for a JC class and get a student license version of Adobe CS5, or whatever the fuck it’s up to now. I miss fucking around on it, an old hard drive ate some ‘zine work I had done at school.

    Well time to get cracking on that. I’ll check in.

  4. Occupy Your Own Life

    So I’m about sick of all this Occupy [whatever] business about now. Not that I disagree wholly, it’s fucking sick that so few should have so much and use it do disabuse everyone else of their rights economically. These are the fucks that manipulate long futures to drive up prices (if you’ve ever wondered about climbing food prices) and then lobby the government to shoulder their debt when they’re expected to finally pay up to cover the losses. What I find issue with is the demographic, the lack of self-awareness. Most of what I’m seeing is protest by the middle class, burnt by not being richer than they are. No guilty consciences where there should be for having actively colluded with that 1%.

    Yeah that’s right, I called them, us, out. For all the whining about economic disparity (that’s capitalism for you) I haven’t heard much about the more insidious collusion going on. They’ve rigged the system to stuff us into lonely little boxes and more often than not we’ve helped. This is a problem that has existed for a long fucking time. Stay in your homes, except for church, crypto-jingoism as sporting event, to buy shit you don’t need,  or to go to work. We’re buried in shame and disabused of rights for beautiful things like skin color, language community, sexuality. The middle class colludes with stupid concepts like propriety. The middle class colludes with all the ugliness of interpersonal sexism. Man and Wife, breeding a mess of offspring (be fruitful!) to throw into the machine to grease the cogs. Of course she stays home, or maybe she’s the breadwinner, doesn’t matter she shouldn’t have much say in anything, of course, gender norms! Sex is great, but no she can’t have as much as (male) me, then she’d be a slut; gender norms!

    Those norms are a cage for human beings. You’re part of the system if you support them, tacitly or actively. You’re colluding with those who benefit the most from this current, broken society.

    Occupy your own fucking life. Refuse sexism, and respect each other, despite what those benefiting from business as usual tell us.

  5. Another Sickly Glow

    Social networking is disgusting.

    I’m not a fucking brand, I’m a human being. So are all of us. We are not entirely what we’ve done, nor are we a collection of pictures, nor a short list of interests, and in no way are we simply who we pretend to know. We’re choices, choices that can’t always be counted on by those who try their damnedest to make us their zombies. Maybe I’m too fond of Camus but you’ll just have to deal with it. I don’t want any more buttons narrowing my choice to “like,” or any other over-simplified misrepresentation of human complexity.

    The pandering has to stop as well. I want to barf on the faces of people who live to network. It used to be called pandering, ass-kissing, brown-nosing, being a patsy. You notice how negative those expressions are? There’s a reason! Fuck the hive, ‘cause we’re not insects. If the internet crashed and burned tomorrow we’d all have to sort out the pieces and I would almost have sympathy for those who live entirely in the sickly glow of their computer monitors.

    Shut ‘em off, go outside. It won’t be as scary as the news makes it out to be if alright people are out in force.

    I understand the irony and hypocrisy of hating on the internet on a website. I’ll ignore it for now.

    How much do we really need to become more a part of the Spectacle? Big brother hasn’t needed to watch us, we’re content to watch him gyrate and gesticulate madly in front of us. He provides food that we have no desire or chemist training required to understand what exactly most of that shit is. With our stomachs full, our eyes glaze, our brains quietly sputter out, we join the dance.

    For once, I have no urge to dance.

  6. Anti-Babies

    Stop having children, no really just fucking stop it. I know we all wanna fuck like it’s going outta style, but really get your ass to somewhere that hands out free rubbers. Kids steal your agency. Kids force exposure to the horrible kind of non-entities that swear that having kids was the best decision of their non-lives. Yea, now they have a vicarious life, which is better than nothing at all. You’ll be them. doesn’t that just sound awesome?

    I’ll tell you why it’s a terrible idea. You’re stuck working to feed the ungrateful shits, and will probably have to hold onto distasteful jobs in order to just keep things together. If you have the insane idea that you want to go on vacation prepare for tourist trap nightmares, your child appropriate experience is over-priced cartoon spectacle designed precisely to kill your spirit (and crowbar open your wallet). Quiet is something that will require a precarious scaffold of child-care; Having a night out with friends (especially if they share your affliction) require multiple arrangements and enough planning to melt you all down, and probably months of time in which to plan a night. It sounds fucking fun already!

    On the other hand you could be a shitty parent and ignore your responsibility. It’s not like enough folks I know had to deal with being on the wrong end of this. We need another generation worth of that shit like we need more jock-o fuck-heads at punk shows.. If you do this, just die. You made yourself a shit sandwich and it’s time to eat it. I hope the bread is good and you have hot sauce on hand.

    At the bottom I just want to be left alone to be the way I want. I’m never having kids. No matter what relationships it destroys, no matter the stupid awkwardness of acquaintances who have made that mistake try to make me feel what they feel when I have no stupid children stories, and I can rub my freedom in their faces. I want to work as little as possible. I want to take trips the instant I have time off of work. I want the freedom to bail on a shit job because I’m not responsible for another human being’s needs. Children are chains, don’t imprison yourself.

  7. Calling it

    I wanna propose an experiment. We need to be waaaay more careful with politically-correct re-naming. It’s being used as a weapon against the good fight. I’d prefer it die now, hopefully speeding reclamation of more succinct words in the vein of how “queer” has shifted to a proud title from a recent bout as a pejorative. In any case the politically correct thing has gotten broken.

    We’ve got “Tea Party member” instead of the quite functional (albeit longer) “bigoted white fuck-face that knows nothing about economics and watches too much cable yellow news.” Same thing happened with “pro-life” replacing “repressed, racist, misogynist looking to stock the armies of tomorrow with the offspring of today’s poor.” “Conservative,” in its United States English approximate meaning can be summed up with the shorter and more accurate “Fascist.”

    At the same time its done another harm, this one perhaps more specific to alternative/subculture: The “anti-PC” phenomenon. GG Allin puerile bullshit for white man-babies who are angry that they can’t run everything anymore. It gave us gore-grind, which has to be the most godawful bullshit thought up by anyone, ever. Black Metal does some pretty stupid bigoted shit too, now that I think of it.

    Anti-PC shit is also an excuse to trot out the same old bigotries under the umbrella of a threadbare irony. Guess what. People joke about things they’re too embarrassed to fess up to. This is no different. We all know it too. It’s no wonder that the suburban white (cis!) boys club is still going strong. No more of that bullshit. If there’s any acceptable use of shame, it’s against these troglodytes. It’s time for them to leave the party.

    If it seems like I invite others to point to the door and shout “OUT” at others, it’s only because it’s fucking overdue.

  8. Steal Culture

    Copyrights are for suckers. No, really. Under no circumstances are they useful. They are an instrument of share-holding fuck-faces who would rather that individual expression ceased to exist so that any urge to listen to music would result in sales of the same old locked down label-approved garbage. The labels validly fear that free sharing prevents one from buying bad music. Well, no shit! You never have to waste a cent on sampling anything, and I know electronic copies have saved me a lot of worthless record purchases. World Burns to Death’s first LP was the last stinker I bought, sorry guys but yeah.

    Really copyrights are only worthwhile for the dried up who have nothing new to offer so they have to try to squeeze money out of their long-past youth. Or a record company profiting from them ‘cause they were too stupid to read before they signed.

    The lack of nice inserts and artwork pretty much constitute the tradeoff with electronic pirated music. Hey if you actually like the music, doesn’t that make it sweeter when you get your grubby mitts on the damn thing? No need to fork over that money on a gamble. I’ll still buy records of bands I see, happily trade demos, whatever. If someone started dubbing tapes of a band I was in, I’d be excited. It’s free promotion, and if they want the next thing, chances are they’d get it direct. No mess no fuss, no record company lawyer bullshit.

    Plus moving doesn’t have to be a nightmare and a half any more with an external hard drive at like a kilo instead of a boxes approaching a ton in weight.

    So steal music, steal movies, steal books. Take your culture back. Make your own. Or would you rather be responsible for keeping alive some repressive bullshit? 

  9. Inclusion Backfire

    We’re all victims of some bullshit fallacy of inclusiveness. I’m tired of it. Inclusiveness is alright so long as it doesn’t entail letting the frat-boys-by-any-other-name in. If you’re some sloppy home-bro it’s time for you to leave. I don’t give a fuck about your band shirt and crusty pants. I can see through you and on the inside you’re wearing chinos, a polo shirt, and flip-flops. If you actively or tacitly encourage that sort of shit you need to hitch a ride with them. I know, I know stereotyping right? I’ll happily stereotype against rednecks in monochrome thrash shirts. Someone finked us out and invited these fucks to the party. Can one imagine Richard Hell, Siouxsie, Adam Ant, the Dolls, Chrissy, Jayne County or any of the delightful foundational misfits having a good time hanging out with these guys? Fuck no? Yea, me neither.

    It’s a huge problem, and it isn’t isolated to oversized white guys (I know some that are people, just a minority). They’re crusty, they’re into “foreign hardcore” (yea by disaffected white kids from Scandinavia, how very foreign) sometimes they even might pretend to be into anarchism, but usually not feminism. They’re sometimes hard to spot, but they open their mouths and it’s usually pretty obvious. In the wild they coagulate at their yearly meet-up to trade jokes about us fags, and plan their next fucking awful bro-tastic thrash band while comparing their beards and Pyrate Punk patches. Lemme give you a tip if you’re not from the West Coast of the US: don’t let the club in, it’s like Herpes, it never really goes away once you’ve gotten it, and no one likes it when you share.

    They make shows not enjoyable. They alienate anybody weird enough to be fun. No wonder things have gotten so boring and samey—unity of ennui. Yawn.

    It’s pretty simple. Stop inviting them to the party. Stop going to their gigs. Stop joining their stupid club. Stop booking them. Much better company will show up once they’re gone.

  10. Still Too Stoopid.

    We’re all being sold the spectacle. And we’re loving every second of it. There is no rebellion, and it’s a tough call if there ever was in any youth movement/subculture.

    All too happy to assume the form, follow the ideal (platonic), wear the uniform, and become ideologically sound for your chosen hip. Rebellion couldn’t possibly become a ‘movement’ it would fall apart within an instant, as definitions diverge with each individual thought. So what we get is a capitulation, an only slightly unacceptable mean, which is then repackaged for sale as a wholly unacceptable representation of that mean.

    Harley-Davidson is selling rebellion to your mid-life crisis dad and Capitol Records is selling it to you for your quarter-life crisis. Scion (yea the car manufacturer) is funding “underground” festivals, and there was that fucking annoying commercial for smirnof ice (possibly I can’t remember) where the hip kids were meeting in a sewer tunnel for a secret gig. What’s the fuck is this shit? If the “buy our product and the opposite sex will throw themselves at you, genitals first” thing isn’t working this is their new idea? I guess sex seems less interesting right now than being “in” or daresay “hip.” 

    The real question all this begs is whether or not rebellion is possible. I’m thinking yes, but then again I’m not so sure.

  11. Too Cool for School, Too Stupid for the Real World

    Maybe this is the first time some of you will hear this but Green Day was not better when they were some no-name shit-heads from Hercules and they played the Gilman regularly. They were never all that great and an influx of money (cool for their manager, I guess) has done nothing to improve them. If you want to get self-righteous about being there when they were cool just help us all and start collecting art or rare books, ‘cause you’re doing pretty much the same thing, and right now you won’t be leaving anything cool for museums when you croak. Rarity does not really equate to superior quality, sometimes it’s the unfortunate side-effect of really bad distribution or criminally short cash. 

    Take a serious majority of 80s punk bands, there were flat out amazing recordings, despite the best shit-headed efforts of sound/recording technicians all over the world. I’d argue the extremely rushed studio time is an excellent motivator. You can’t become self-important has-beens (say like Metallica) if you don’t have months of studio time to ruin perfectly good tunes. It also forces the band to feel out crowd reactions; they’ve probably played songs previously at events if they can look forward to at most a day in studio. No time can be wasted, no fuckery can be accepted. Pretension does not have the time to spread its fetid stink.

    Then came the time to press, distribute records, assuming an opportunity to record had gone passably well. Well guess what? Record company men think you’re a risk, and the independent companies (unlike the “independent” imprints of majors now) either had no cash, or (very much like “independent” imprints now) were only interested in the possibility of a quick niche buck. Bands got fucked with alarming regularity: slimy labels pocketing the cash and running, or such piss-poor distribution that even the fans who were interested couldn’t find the recordings or there simply were none to be had.

    Combinations of these effects 30 years later explains cases like Amebix’s Monolith LP. An awesome record, by a band that seemed like they had enough of a fan base to get pretty big for a late 80s cross-overish band. The record company made a serious mess of everything and now it’s big shit to collectors because of its rarity. Thankfully there’s easy access to the occasional bootleg and dubbed copies traded between folks. Its again a pity what they’ve become since reforming (sorta). Same sort of thing happened to Discharge (including embarrassing reunion!).

    Now this gets real ugly when applied with goof pretension to more contemporary bands with relatively well organized indie contracts. That shit simply was not something you actually purchased from the band or special ordered and paid through the nose for. Green Day had been on MTV since Dookie, same kinda thing with Offspring since Smash. Nobody liking them up till those points probably had a more obvious reason than faulty distribution. So guess what “they were better before they were popular” folks? You liked a band when they sucked, they probably still do suck, but “mainstream” success hasn’t suddenly corrupted them that much. I don’t hate you for it.

    Expect more half-assed commentary on “mainstream” baiting next week!

  12. Punks is Readers

    Quick Note: I know I’ve missed a few weeks. I contracted a case of employment, but I’m learning to live with it.

    I read voraciously and you should too. There’s a widespread thing called libraries and they are the best thing ever. As long as you can stay organized enough to return things on time they’re totally free, and still really cheap as long as you don’t destroy anything out of print. So go get some books, despite whatever bad taste high school probably left in your mouth. It’s way better than TV, trust me. If you want to have a legitimate position to complain about capitalist/social programming you need to turn off the lobotomy box this instant. Also, If your parents told you video games are going to rot your mind, that might be the only thing they say worthwhile.

    By the way reading the latest Ian Glasper book doesn’t really count. Granted they’re always chock full of awesome English punk goodness. It’s just myopic and sheltered to read about punk while listening to punk while dressing punk or whatever. There are books far more subversive than histories of bands. Whatever bad rap it might get after pedantic wanker #71 gets a head full of half-digested Bakunin, or worse, Marx and starts boring the quire about the unfairness of class structures. We know this, society (in it’s various forms worldwide) is unacceptable as is,<I> big fucking surprise there</I>.

    It’s rock ‘n roll good times all around. Your public education lied, like I’m sure you guessed. Get a Burroughs book, it’s wall to wall drug abuse and shit jokes. Read the Situationist International (Raoul Vaneigem, Guy Debord for starters) and wonder at how guys back in the 60s knew you are getting re-educated (in that phrase’s sinister, totalitarian use)  every single second and that work is a lie (Check out <A HREF=”http://www.nothingness.org/”>NOTHINGNESS</A> for SI texts if your library is lacking). Or maybe find some Bataille for unbelievably filthy rejection of just about everything. Bataille was a librarian, so you can ditch that crotchety granny stereotype you’ve got about them. Some of them wanna destroy rational thought.

    Too long/didn’t read it version: Punks should read more. It’s not like you’re employed, right?

  13. Guess Whose New Material Isn’t Nearly As Good

    Well in terms of the right now disappointment: Amebix. Sorry guys, what I’ve heard is really awful; You’ve just released your own disappointing come-back album.

    It’s ok; no really. It’s nothing I didn’t expect because they fell into the nigh inescapable trap of reforming punk bands; they got old and lost the immediacy of their original output. They learned how to play their instruments in terms of acknowledged patterns. They really are different people and should’ve formed as a different band, to be honest. I have no problem whatsoever with metal bands (probably what Amebix admittedly is, in some power-metal/European-folk/flying castles fantasy bullshit way) forming and making no bones whatsoever with the “FORMER MEMBERS OF THIS BAND WHO WERE AWESOME” thing.

    I have to laugh whenever I hear the words “restrained” or “controlled” in connection with any output. Those two terms are anathema. The stupidities, the excesses, the amateurish outbursts, are the things that make punk music novel. Sound engineers, even punk kids who came into some equipment and aren’t really sure of what they’re doing, ruin punk music. There are amazing records that from a “professional” standpoint are embarrassments that never should have been released, AND ALL THE BETTER THEY WERE!

    Reformations stink of cash-ins and I suspect the Cease-and-Desist letters have started circulating as we speak targeting the screened shirt crowd. Can’t have the well established punk bootleg shirt cutting into merchandise profits, now can we? We’re professional musicians now, gotta pay the bills with this whole punk thing! How fucking disgusting.

    The first-wave bands get a pass at musician-as-job ‘cause they were part of a legitimate boom, and good for them that they pulled that much off amateurism be damned! They probably made about as much as if they were working some shit job, after their managers squeezed them dry. There was no “Wow, the band we were in 25 years ago still has internet fans, maybe we can come back!” nostalgia-stink, the lack of which is essential.

    The real answer to the title’s question is whatever 80’s band recently reformed.

  14. Reactionary and Retarded

    Signs point to our revolution, if we have the delusions to even use that word, to being threadbare and smelling of failure. For every one of us that found that something to turn us toward individuality in punk, there’s been a majority many of us that are still languishing in the group-think pissing contest. I’m disgusted by the thought of tossing that out for some other ready-made identity, but that’s usually what I see. I hate almost everything punk stands for now, but the alternatives are far worse.

    Adam had the right idea:

    We don’t follow fashion/That would be a joke/You know we’re going to set them set them/So everyone can take note take note.

    But no. We couldn’t have possibly learned from that.

    War is bad. Thanks Discharge. Thanks pretty much every other dis/db band ever. We fucking get it, no really, shut the fuck up. I even played this game up until fairly recently, my bad. If war evaporated tomorrow, something like 90% of the DIY set would have next to nothing to sing about, and we’d be spared their parrot act.

    Then I realize the rest would mostly still be singing about minor interpersonal betrayals. The only thing more insufferable…

    I’m frankly more interested in the self-reflective rock ‘n roll of Generation X, the strange B Movie Vampire Carnival of the Damned, or the strange Wild Frontier Dandy Utopia of Adam Ant, but not to hear the attempts of some terrible copycat. Something new, something exciting. Individuality’s so much more rare than you’d think in a music genre that was ostensibly working with authenticity and a year-zero mentality.

    Also the uniform is getting long in the tooth. The densely studded jacket with band logos painted/patched on is pretty stupid. Yea, so what if you like that band, so does everybody else who’s hip to the current DIY-Punk fashion pressform.

    I’m such a bore to talk about the same topic right? It just happens to be nearly inexhaustible.

  15. Live Fast, and Die for Fuck’s Sake

    An older punk really should have figured out what’s worth keeping. That same punk should have thrown the rest out before hitting thirty. If you’re still chasing teenage tail and emulating scene standards, you’ve already lost, and it’s time to just drop out completely. Give it up, and get a gas station job and sit down every night for your alcoholism and TV lobotomy. You’re not contributing anything positive, and the younger folks are snickering at you.

    Now maybe that’s the thing—wanting be the thirty-something still acting like a teenager. One might complain about the ever expanding police record making it difficult to find work or living situations, or the increasingly vicious hangovers. One might even catch the whiffs of authenticity gone stale on occasion. One will eventually wake up and to that stupid cliché: living a lie.

    Who wants to live “Ain’t It Fun?” off We Have Come For Your Children? I don’t. Go listen to it. That’s what it sounds like to be the last one with the empty philosophy and left with the bill.

    At some point you’re going to have to learn to act as yourself, better right now than when it’s the only option left.