“Where’s myyyy hug”-ED LEVELS OF UNREQUESTED PHYSICAL CONTACT, SWEATY DIRT DWELLERS!
If you can imagine what it’s like to battle a shark, open ocean, with no weapons, and a continually degrading ability to keep your head above the waterline, then you can probably imagine going to any of my family reunions. Separately, you can imagine running full-bore through limb-ensnaring woods, something behind you heaving effortlessly forth at an immensely greater speed than you,
Gaining. . .
Closing in. . .
Breathing on the nape of your neck. . .
And then but a few shrill squeaks and quakes and like most sexual encounters you end up devoured.
Point of all this being, the mind is a beautiful thing to waste. Keeping an open mind should not however cascade to the point where you objectively cease to evaluate certain “do’s or do not” situations. Being open to both sides of the argument makes sense, IF the argument makes sense. If someone put a gun to your head and says “You or everyone”, maybe put your ego aside. If someone carrying gasoline starts pouring it on a school, you don’t stop to ask them why, which leads me to ask this baffling quandary:
When you see white people, holding signs of racism, spouting hate-filled revelry, how the hell do you not put those people into some form of social rehabilitation?
So let’s jam about it:
DOOM – NAZI DIE
Not that I need to tell anyone much about who DOOM are, and if I do need to inform you that is a little unfortunate. Publicly spotlighted bands like The Clash, or The Ramones may have been “fighting the power” on airwaves or barges with far more glam than their underground counterparts, but DOOM isn’t about making money. They are about imparting the anarcho anti-establishment message in almost every song, including such jock-club targets as the police, white supremest groups, racists, and the rest. Providing us with anthems to apparently keep singing all the way in 2020 and beyond it seems, DOOM has been wearing the proverbial crown for a long time, and it hasn’t ever sparkled perfectly, but it definitely hasn’t tarnished over the years either.
CRO-MAGS – HARD TIMES
I would hate to give an anthem to the dissenters, but this is pretty much how I imagine a great number of the hard right feel on a daily basis. Contested in all their beliefs, belittled instead of educated, and when all else fails, steeling themselves and their convictions to weather any storm. “I don’t wanna like everyone” is again, cool, we’re all just weird bone filled sausages, but saying you don’t wanna like every single chocolate or cinnamon person is just a few kids with cholera short of a plague there, Tuck. Needless to say, who’d guess that a band with morals like this would end up going through more members than I can count on my hands and toes, and despite a quote of a new album in the works in 2011, WE AIN’T HEARD SHIT.
DOG FASHION DISCO – DESERT GRAVE
I dare you to go look up Dog Fashion Disco and find another song they play ANYTHING like this one. Hidden amongst a myriad of crazy techno-hyper-polka wildness is this semi-chilling Clint Eastwood of twang. I haven’t stopped whistling this back up since I was 18.
So yeah! Think objectively, use your common sense, evaluate. Stay frosty, clock a nazi.
“You don’t get to live in America and be a Nazi. We had a war about this. The whole world was there”.