Man, we’re still reeling from the MLK Edition Shreditorial, but it’s time for another post from our buddy Daniel Pujol. This one’s about punk rockers…. Enjoy!
Man, you know what is completely omniscient and rules my world and
watches me pee?: Punk rocks. Punk rocks are so engraved into American
culture now, that they fizzle in your Coca-Cola. Even rich white
people love it! It’s been condensed from a means of economic survival
and a different way of living besides the empty and naive rational
materialism that we mistake as creature comforts to Green Day hating
the president while their make-up runs on VH1. It really is just the
irresponsible opposite, like radical atheism or abstinence!
The best thing about punk rocks in America is “fuck you” means
“hello.” This way, we can say whatever we want and always make the
upper to upper middle class uncomfortable. BUTT, the best part is that
now it is okay to do that because it makes money. The whole idea of
being bad has been completely absorbed by the American bourgeoisie and
now its an excuse to feel oppressed by something that doesn’t exist
instead of an unfortunate temporary solution or an artistic expression
of our repressed humanity! It’s even “normal” to have pink streaks in
my hair like your 15 forever in college and beyond (FINALLY!) but the
jocks still hate you. It’s like packaging, domesticating, propagating,
and selling My Pocket Class Conflict! Genus!
It’s like the government figured out if they let people buy and say
whatever they want they will never have to worry about them doing
anything! On top of that, the commodification of punk rocks’ symbol
set means that you’re materially speaking corporate vocabulary, and
since people “understand” its domesticated leather studs, its not even
a threat and maybe even the village idiot!
Just like the Beatles, maybe 20th century authority figures learned
that its easier to control people by letting them say, eat, fuck,
shit, dress, but not believe, live, or marry whatever they want
instead of using violence. Then they don’t look bad and the citizens
can feel like heroes who stick it to a man missionary style in the
dark! All you need is love, and the money to buy the things to
communicate that you think that thought to other people who “get it?”
So here I am, to give it up to punk rocks in front of god and
Everybody: Punk rocks, you totally shred. Sorry corporate America had
sex with James Dean’s corpse who stuck its dick in the apple pie and
pulled out a way to be bad, but still good enough to go home. You’ve
been a real sport about being a caricature of yourself. Do you have a
new name now or are we supposed to make it up?
Aristotelian particulars and the essence of forms?,
Hey we are punk rockers and fuck your money! Thanks, Daniel. You’re best.
Punk rocks are too loud.