Hippety Hop to the Barber Shop
Jerv
<gw...@freeuk.com> wrote:
>What a disgusting, devious slimeball you are, trying to twist
>his honest and heart felt criticism of sterile commercial music,
>into a racist diatribe.
I am not prepared to reply to a post with the moniker "Bill A.
Bong" ascribed to it, seeing as how much deniability it lends to
him that luxuriates behind it. Had this defense come from Glen
Wall, I'd have thanked him for it, but since I am not here just
lamely "shooting off" at the mouth about these deadly serious
issues that have everything to do with where this culture is
headed in future and where it is now, that my patience for nice,
easy lame games is nil.
Look at this generation of vipers whose chief use for the
sloganeering sneers of "racism, sexism and homophobia" is to the
purpose of denouncing a political, cultural or personal nemesis.
Imagine going to high school or college with such slithering
moral cowards as these erstatz Stalinists who stoop to such
tactics, and yet remain blind to the very fact of what they do.
And why? This is where it really gets creepy; this is where a
look into the future of what all this portends is such a
horrifying vision.
Wit all this "Sieg Heil" to the established PeeCee order going
on, I mean all this Orwellian gathering about Big Brother boob
tube; all this sipping at the fountain of hate in the poison
public propaganda trough of fashion-thought, of fad-think; all
this braindead worship for the Emporer's New Floppy Clothes, and
the noise called 'music' that emanates from that figment, that
figure of an Imbecile, that Big Brother with his assbackward Red
Guard of denouncers here?
Okay, meanwhile the White Yuppie Bourgeoisie and Uppity Class is
still sucking all the fat from the society while the minorities
drift ever further down into the sewers of the Inner City. In
this year of 1984 (known to you of no vision as "2000") which has
been a long, long season of winter, 16 years in duration; in this
Year of the Serpent, "2000 a.d." what do we see? We see minority
ghettos more corrupted in crime and killing and hard drugs than
ever before. While the CEO's are drawing down bigger salaries
than ever; those people in the slums with the weakening power of
the unions, with the WTO, with working class jobs going to the
Third World, what have you got?
Man you got a jungle right in the heart of the city; white,
black, red or brown, ain't no discrimination as to race when it's
poverty and penury being passed around; you got every color of
growing ghetto rage monkey dancin' aroun' in an ever increasing
barbarity, in an ever regressing social and cultural
consciousness. And the oddest, the craziest damn thing of all is
how the WASP Yuppie braindead backward capped nerd herd just apes
everything that comes hip-hopping up from the jungle! What is
it? It's so Freudian that it's downright scary: White upper
middle class guilt! Otherwise, what else can possibly be the
explanation? Well, let's just have a look.
What is it really? It's robbery of the poor; of the fashions of
the poor. The poor out-of-work classes in the ghetto can't
afford to buy clothes that fit! Are you kidding? It's
Hand-Me-Down city; or if ever a new shirt is bought, for a
growing kid it's going to be three sizes too big so she can "grow
into it." And the funny looking haircuts that look like what you
used to see on the head of some hillbilly from the Ozarks where
you put a bowl over the head and shave around it? That's the new
style, another fashion that white suburbia has ripped off from
what's been goin' down by necessity in the ghetto just because
nobody can afford a haircut any more.
But that ain't what's really, really weird. The music industry
is just eating this jungle noise up because it's so cheap to
produce; with so much more of the profits going to the white-ass
fatcats on Sunset Boulevard. This is just perfect for them and
they will perpetuate it for so long as they inhumanly can manage
the public taste, which they can, which they do because you
people haven't got a clue: they got a ring in your nose, man and
they just leading you around, baby, wherever they want you to go.
Oh, it gets weirder than that. Self respecting black people who
have fought their way out of the inner city jungle nevertheless
do not lose their compassion for those who are still down there
in all that hate and warfare and killing and jumping up and down
with rings hanging from every orifice and skin being tormented by
needles to make pictures on every inch of exposed flesh, and it
won't be long before they got ring-stretched necks and plates
hanging from their lips, because that's what living in a state of
constant war does to people; and nobody in that jungle can afford
a music lesson or an instrument and so they make do with what
they can find, a tape recorder, a turntable, any damned thing you
can pound out a rhythm on.
Meanwhile WASP City looks at that and says, "Oh, how quaint; how
primitive and how sort of African it is!" They label it as
"poetry" and "music" (of all things) and in this way guilt is
once again assuaged. Guilt and fear. Fear is the by-word; because
if you criticize what you see those people in the jungle doing,
it isn't that you are stating a negative opinion about a lousy
social condition, a style of dress, of hair, of music, of speech.
No! You are criticizing skin! You can't say nothin' agin' 'em or
the Red Guard is on your ass. Don't matter that you are not in
any way prejudiced, only speaking of what doesn't suit your
tastes.
But the educational establishment has these kids so terrorized
behind the slogans of "racism, sexism, homophobia" that they can
only conclude that any person designated immune to criticism
under those rubrics is a sacred cow that can do no wrong; as
these rubric-protected persons become icons, and things worthy of
worship, and/or shall we just say _emulation_.
Not to my generation. That's what my story Blue's Place is all
about; how I went to the cause of the Black man as a White man,
at a time when the virtue of individuality was not yet suspect.
Not when I was active in the civil rights movement which became
energized by the white nonconformity that came into it, and
without which the Black man could never have gained, regained,
obtained the natural, racial pride to propigate it all on his
own. We knew how much they needed us, our bodies on the bun, on
the line, at the sit-in with our willingness to kick some
bourgeois ass, nonviolently, as they knew how much we needed
their cause to make us feel like we had something in our lives
worth fighting for, like our dads had done on the beaches of
Normandy and Iwo Jima. That was some strong need, especially
after having seen in newsfilm in school the opening of the gates
of Bergen-Belsen, which was the opeing of the gates to Lynchburg
Virginia, Greenwood Mississippi and Selma.
We had seen very well the result of repressive Stalinist-style
conformity mechanisms at work in this country as they were used
against anyone who supported civil rights. As such, we know
better than to be doing the same damn thing in reverse just as we
see being done now by a lot of hysterics of shrill sloganeering
in shrieks of "Racist! Sexist! Homophobic!" That denunciatory
cliche; this being tooted on the flutes of uppity yuppies who
never stood up in a union or civil rights fight in their prissy
assed suburban sun-kissed lives; absurd propaganda fed puppies,
you better listen and listen good: you doing that now, you think
to me? NO you don't, and you just better bet your last god
damned sacred cow, man, you ain't goin' to get away with it!.
Hate is always evil, but the worst evil of all is to remove a
person's right to do it by free expression of opinion. Why?
Because illegal hate that is done surreptiously down in the dark
of the collective unconscious gets so totally perverse--since it
can only be outlawed on the surface--it goes looking for some new
"nigger" or "jew"; some "smoker", some union organizer, some WTO
'anarchist', or more often than not someone falsely accused,
anybody you can attach the phrase "nigger-hater" to; and that
hate is so subliminally strong, so terribly in need of an outlet
that it will attach that label to any innocent person at all
because the catharsis has to happen, and the law of the jungle
where the rule of the herd, the tribe is absolute; and so, there
must always be a scapegoat, a sacrificial victim; a publicly
recognized fall guy to anathematize.
People don't like to think that their own behavior can be ruled
by such primitive urges, as we mistake ourselves for gods, being
evolved to every perfection of being, as we go skipping off on
our merry way from the Stalinist Purges, to the Death Camps of
the Hitler Reich to the "Dirty War" in Argentina to the Nissei
Internment to McCarthy Hearing, to the persecution of smokers and
the tobacco companies, to each and every succeeding public
offering of human sacrifice operating on the same socio-dynamics
of repression by fear, and you wonder why we don't just re-erect
the pyramids of Aztec Mexico, elect Monteczuma for president and
be done with this absurd pretense toward civility we continue in
conceit to bear toward ourselves in this ongoing human charade.
Yeah, there is no improving it; it keeps returning and the best
you can do is stop turning your eyes from it, recognize it, call
it when you see it; learn to recognize truth from fiction; a
James Brown from a stinking "Snoop Dawgie Dawg".
You say it's no different from the way my parents looked down on
rock 'n' roll? My parents did not look down on rock 'n' roll; my
mother bought the first rock 'n' roll record I ever owned, and my
best friend's mother was so crazy about Elvis that she coaxed my
pal into wearing his hair just like him.
So, don't give me that shit. Taste is taste. Either you got it
or you better develop it; it's so easy. I make my living from the
fact that people hate rap and grunge and want to buy James Brown?
or the Marvelettes, the Beach Boys, Elvis, and the Beatles,
Aretha, Archie Bell and the Drells, Jackie Wilson, Marvin Gaye
and Gloria Lynne. Don't tell me sour is sweet and sweet is
bitter, that talking is singing, and making squesky noises with a
turntable is music. Go straight to hell with that stupid, fucking
braindead lie.
--
Jervis
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Dr Zen
>>What a disgusting, devious slimeball you are, trying to twist
>>his honest and heart felt criticism of sterile commercial
>>music, into a racist diatribe.
Jervis: I am not prepared to reply to a post with the
moniker "Bill A. Bong" ascribed to it, seeing as how much
deniability it lends to him that luxuriates behind it. Had this
defense come from Glen Wall, I'd have thanked him for it
Jervis, you are among the few who have Glen Wall to thank for
anything.
Jervis: but since I am not here just lamely "shooting off" at
the mouth about these deadly serious issues that have everything
to do with where this culture is headed in future and where it
is now, that my patience for nice, easy lame games is nil.
Okay, we're going to talk culture, let's talk culture. Try to
keep your knuckles off the ground while we do it.
Jervis: Look at this generation of vipers whose chief use for
the sloganeering sneers of "racism, sexism and homophobia" is to
the purpose of denouncing a political, cultural or personal
nemesis.
Bullshit. I'll say from the outset that I believe in humans,
Jervis, and that's all. I believe we are one group of cowering
apes, all with much the same in the way of loves, hates, fears
and desires. I believe we are all capable of good but prone to
weakness and delusion. Can you say the same?
Jervis: Imagine going to high school or college with such
slithering moral cowards as these erstatz Stalinists who stoop
to such tactics, and yet remain blind to the very fact of what
they do. And why? This is where it really gets creepy; this is
where a look into the future of what all this portends is such a
horrifying vision.
Jervis: Wit all this "Sieg Heil" to the established PeeCee order
going on, I mean all this Orwellian gathering about Big Brother
boob tube
It is not enough to dismiss the views you do not care for as
propaganda. I didn't learn to hate racists in school, Jervis.
Quite the opposite. The small country school I went to had
racism on the curriculum. It was a way to fit in. It meant
getting your head kicked in if you didn't toe the 'they're
taking our jobs' line. You have no fucking idea.
Jervis: all this sipping at the fountain of hate in the poison
public propaganda trough of fashion-thought, of fad-think; all
this braindead worship for the Emporer's New Floppy Clothes, and
the noise called 'music' that emanates from that figment, that
figure of an Imbecile, that Big Brother with his assbackward Red
Guard of denouncers here?
I don't care for rap, mind, Jervis, not much at all. But I will
not have it denounced on the basis that its perpetrators are
illiterate monkeys.
Jervis: Okay, meanwhile the White Yuppie Bourgeoisie and Uppity
Class is still sucking all the fat from the society while the
minorities drift ever further down into the sewers of the Inner
City.
That's the way it is and has been since man was man and no
longer an ape.
Jervis: In this year of 1984 (known to you of no vision
as "2000") which has been a long, long season of winter, 16
years in duration; in this Year of the Serpent, "2000 a.d." what
do we see? We see minority ghettos more corrupted in crime and
killing and hard drugs than ever before. While the CEO's are
drawing down bigger salaries than ever; those people in the
slums with the weakening power of the unions, with the WTO, with
working class jobs going to the Third World, what have you got?
'They're taking our jobs'. Same ole same ole! Don't you fuckers
have a new record?
Jervis: Man you got a jungle right in the heart of the city;
white, black, red or brown, ain't no discrimination as to race
when it's poverty and penury being passed around; you got every
color of growing ghetto rage monkey dancin' aroun' in an ever
increasing barbarity, in an ever regressing social and cultural
consciousness. And the oddest, the craziest damn thing of all is
how the WASP Yuppie braindead backward capped nerd herd just
apes everything that comes hip-hopping up from the jungle!
Let me make sure I've got something straight: you think there's
something wrong with the white middle classes liking the music
of the black working classes? Why? It's only fucking music, man,
and this is a world, now, where you can like what you like! We
don't have to be circumscribed or tied down. You want to chain
everyone down to what you think is good and damn everything else.
Jervis: What is it? It's so Freudian that it's downright scary:
White upper middle class guilt! Otherwise, what else can
possibly be the explanation? Well, let's just have a look.
It's got to be a class thing, eh Jervis? Shit, I'll match WC
credentials with anyone (you're *so* wrong to make the
assumption you're making, which is that if a person seems
educated and literate they *cannot possibly be* working class -
you bigot), and I'll say, that's just where I was born - I
didn't fucking choose it, it means NOTHING.
Jervis: What is it really? It's robbery of the poor; of the
fashions of the poor. The poor out-of-work classes in the ghetto
can't afford to buy clothes that fit! Are you kidding? It's Hand-
Me-Down city; or if ever a new shirt is bought, for a growing
kid it's going to be three sizes too big so she can "grow into
it." And the funny looking haircuts that look like what you used
to see on the head of some hillbilly from the Ozarks where you
put a bowl over the head and shave around it? That's the new
style, another fashion that white suburbia has ripped off from
what's been goin' down by necessity in the ghetto just because
nobody can afford a haircut any more.
Have you considered for one moment, Jervis, just for a second,
that your suburbia is moribund, that the vitality and energy in
society rest in the ghettos, in the WC areas? What the fuck is
wrong with that? You expect middle class kids to suddenly have a
revolution, say, fuck man, we ain't gonna listen to rap and get
shaved heads no more, we're gonna listen to Dylan and the Dead?
Get with the program, Jervo, you sound like my dad!
Jervis: But that ain't what's really, really weird. The music
industry is just eating this jungle noise up
Lose that 'jungle' image, Jervis. You sound like the guys in my
home town. Their only comfort was that although their lives were
dysfunctional, they were going nowhere, they had nothing, they
were better than the 'jungle bunnies' who should all be carted
back to Africa. You don't know how low you sound when you say
that, and that ain't no PC talking.
Jervis: because it's so cheap to produce; with so much more of
the profits going to the white-ass fatcats on Sunset Boulevard.
This is just perfect for them and they will perpetuate it for so
long as they inhumanly can manage the public taste, which they
can, which they do because you people haven't got a clue: they
got a ring in your nose, man and they just leading you around,
baby, wherever they want you to go.
Well, yes. The music industry is all about bucks, innit? It
always has been. If Dylan didn't make money for his record
company, *he never would have been allowed to make more than
one*.
Jervis: Oh, it gets weirder than that. Self respecting black
people who have fought their way out of the inner city jungle
The 'good niggers'? Or is that 'house niggers'? I don't know
what you Yankee racists call them.
Jervis: nevertheless do not lose their compassion for those who
are still down there in all that hate and warfare and killing
and jumping up and down with rings hanging from every orifice
and skin being tormented by needles to make pictures on every
inch of exposed flesh, and it won't be long before they got ring-
stretched necks and plates hanging from their lips, because
that's what living in a state of constant war does to people
You have no respect for anyone else's culture, do you? You're
all big brother this, big brother that, but a little diversity,
fuck that!
Jervis: and nobody in that jungle can afford a music lesson or
an instrument and so they make do with what they can find, a
tape recorder, a turntable, any damned thing you can pound out a
rhythm on.
That isn't it at all. You are showing your ignorance.
Jervis: Meanwhile WASP City looks at that and says, "Oh, how
quaint; how primitive and how sort of African it is!" They label
it as "poetry" and "music" (of all things) and in this way guilt
is once again assuaged.
Shit, it can't be music. Those guys don't even know what B-flat
is. You ponce!
Jervis: Guilt and fear. Fear is the by-word; because if you
criticize what you see those people in the jungle doing, it
isn't that you are stating a negative opinion about a lousy
social condition, a style of dress, of hair, of music, of speech.
It is the terms of criticism, Jervis. Not the criticism itself.
> No! You are criticizing skin! You can't say nothin' agin' 'em
or the Red Guard is on your ass. Don't matter that you are not
in any way prejudiced, only speaking of what doesn't suit your
tastes.
No. You could criticise black music without the resort to racist
language. You could, but you haven't.
Jervis: But the educational establishment has these kids so
terrorized behind the slogans of "racism, sexism, homophobia"
that they can only conclude that any person designated immune to
criticism under those rubrics is a sacred cow that can do no
wrong
There is something in what you say, don't get me wrong. But you
are not talking to a brainwashed college kid, Jervis, although
you like to pretend you are.
Jervis: as these rubric-protected persons become icons, and
things worthy of worship, and/or shall we just say _emulation_.
If you think I walk around in baggy trousers and a shaved head,
you are well mistaken.
>Not to my generation. That's what my story Blue's Place is all
about; how I went to the cause of the Black man as a White man,
at a time when the virtue of individuality was not yet suspect.
Not when I was active in the civil rights movement which became
energized by the white nonconformity that came into it, and
without which the Black man could never have gained, regained,
obtained the natural, racial pride to propigate it all on his
own.
Hey, you freed the black man. Good on ya!
Jervis: We knew how much they needed us, our bodies on the bun,
on the line, at the sit-in with our willingness to kick some
bourgeois ass, nonviolently, as they knew how much we needed
their cause to make us feel like we had something in our lives
worth fighting for, like our dads had done on the beaches of
Normandy and Iwo Jima. That was some strong need, especially
after having seen in newsfilm in school the opening of the gates
of Bergen-Belsen, which was the opeing of the gates to Lynchburg
Virginia, Greenwood Mississippi and Selma.
Don't pull the fucking Jewish card on us, Jervis. Do you think
the rest of the world is unaware of that?
Jervis: We had seen very well the result of repressive Stalinist-
style conformity mechanisms at work in this country as they were
used against anyone who supported civil rights. As such, we know
better than to be doing the same damn thing in reverse just as
we see being done now by a lot of hysterics of shrill
sloganeering in shrieks of "Racist! Sexist! Homophobic!" That
denunciatory cliche; this being tooted on the flutes of uppity
yuppies who never stood up in a union or civil rights fight in
their prissy assed suburban sun-kissed lives; absurd propaganda
fed puppies, you better listen and listen good: you doing that
now, you think to me? NO you don't, and you just better bet your
last god damned sacred cow, man, you ain't goin' to get away
with it!.
Rather a yuppie than a stinking racist prick, Jervis. D'ya hear
me, you fuck! Call me a yuppie till the cows come home, doesn't
mean a thing to me! But you keep up your 'jungle' talk, your
whinging whining self-pitying racist claptrap, and where will
that get you? Your world has gone away, the attitudes you swore
your life to have died away. Move over, Jervis, there ain't no
room in this world for you bigots no more! You hear me?
<the rest snipped>
You think you are some kind of idealist, Jervis, some kind of, I
don't know, hippie. You went to blues clubs, you fought for
civil rights. But the whitebread soul of you shines out. Just
the kind of man I always hated. No wonder you love Glen Wall so
much. How you have the nerve to label other people Nazi I don't
know.
Now, go away old man, you bother me.
Dr Zen
bernieX
or
poetry from the warzone
i choose the latter
slam some words, make some art
listen to the song 'zombie' by the cranberries
read the war poem by mark twain
jump for 'higher ground' as done by red hot chili peppers
not looking too hard
if you cannot find the jewels in rap
in which the revelatory facility for idea, language and expression is
commonplace
unlike
some
forums
so drop the dope rhymes
and do not bring that wak crap here
Dr Zen
100...@garcia.efn.org>, bernieX <ber...@efn.org> wrote:
>symptom of a sick society
>
>or
>
>poetry from the warzone
>
>i choose the latter
Good fellow.
>
>slam some words, make some art
>
>listen to the song 'zombie' by the cranberries
Not if you paid me!
>
>read the war poem by mark twain
Chop your head off with tweezers.
>
>jump for 'higher ground' as done by red hot chili peppers
Try harder, Bernie, you're a living cliche.
>
>not looking too hard
>if you cannot find the jewels in rap
>in which the revelatory facility for idea, language and
expression is
>commonplace
>unlike
>some
>forums
So right. If you're blind you cannot see. With an open mind,
everything starts to make sense.
>
>so drop the dope rhymes
>and do not bring that wak crap here
Man! Word! Bernie, gimme five!
bernieX
> bX:
> >
> >read the war poem by mark twain
>
> Chop your head off with tweezers.
>
>
Alan Hope
ihnen:
[snip]
>So, don't give me that shit. Taste is taste. Either you got it
>or you better develop it; it's so easy. I make my living from the
>fact that people hate rap and grunge and want to buy James Brown?
>or the Marvelettes, the Beach Boys, Elvis, and the Beatles,
>Aretha, Archie Bell and the Drells, Jackie Wilson, Marvin Gaye
>and Gloria Lynne. Don't tell me sour is sweet and sweet is
>bitter, that talking is singing, and making squesky noises with a
>turntable is music. Go straight to hell with that stupid, fucking
>braindead lie.
Jeez, Jerv, take a sip of water, man. Get a grip.
You're moaning about the music of kids today, that's all. Nothing very
clever, and certainly nothing very original. The way your parents'
generation bitched about rock and roll, and their parents before them
thought Frank Sinatra was too damn slick, all the way back to the
waltz, and the grown-ups who thought Franz Liszt was the Devil
Incarnate, you're dancing the dance of the eclipsed.
You never thought you'd grow old, but look atcha - you did.
You thought at least when you grew old you'd understand, but look
atcha: "It's all noise and you can't make out a word they're saying. I
like a nice melody, maybe something from a Broadway show. A sweet
tenor voice. There's nothing like a sweet tenor voice. Take Mario
Lanza. Now *he* could sing."
AH
Jerv
>Don't pull the fucking Jewish card on us, Jervis.
As to the "monkey" references: As anyone can plainly see there's
plenty of white monkeys, red ones, brown ones, many, many monkeys
and there's nothing race specific about it.
GenX or GenZero urban primates and their apologists are the
monkeys I am talking about; these braindead fugs who in a faddist
reversion to cultural primitivism and conformist ritual, pierce
and skin-paint themselves, dance and listen to non-musical noise,
contribute to the aesthetic and ethical degeneration of the
culture such as to create of the urban environment, a "jungle",
as for example, see also "Asphalt Jungle", "Blackboard Jungle",
that's what I'm talking about.
But, of course, that explanation was not necessary since anyone
with a brain not as yet pierced and tattooed with the indelible
ink of brainwash well knows. What does require an explanation is
a crack like this...
>Don't pull the fucking Jewish card on us, Jervis.
The only thing I won't "pull" is my punches: I've run into some
simpering, narcissistic, envy-sick, utterly indoctrinated,
mind-controlled pricks on the web in my time, but this Doc
Holliday fugger really takes the cake.
You don't choose my words for me, Jungle Boy, so just keep your
inane, slandering monkey shines to yourself, and find some other
cage to rattle and perform your mental masturbations upon, next
time. I've seen some really worthless contributers to this
group, but this spastic really takes the cake.
--
Jerv
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Dr Zen
<harry_lyme...@theglobe.com.invalid> wrote:
>Doc "Zen" Holliday sez..
>
>>Don't pull the fucking Jewish card on us, Jervis.
>
>plenty of white monkeys, red ones, brown ones, many, many
monkeys
>and there's nothing race specific about it.
>
>GenX or GenZero urban primates and their apologists are the
>monkeys I am talking about; these braindead fugs who in a
faddist
>reversion to cultural primitivism and conformist ritual, pierce
>and skin-paint themselves, dance and listen to non-musical
noise,
>contribute to the aesthetic and ethical degeneration of the
>culture such as to create of the urban environment, a "jungle",
>as for example, see also "Asphalt Jungle", "Blackboard Jungle",
>that's what I'm talking about.
>
>But, of course, that explanation was not necessary since anyone
>with a brain not as yet pierced and tattooed with the indelible
>ink of brainwash well knows. What does require an explanation
is
>a crack like this...
>
>
>simpering, narcissistic, envy-sick, utterly indoctrinated,
>mind-controlled pricks on the web in my time, but this Doc
>Holliday fugger really takes the cake.
>
>You don't choose my words for me, Jungle Boy, so just keep your
>inane, slandering monkey shines to yourself, and find some other
>cage to rattle and perform your mental masturbations upon, next
>time. I've seen some really worthless contributers to this
>group, but this spastic really takes the cake.
>
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>Jerv
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Bang! Better drag his stinkin' racist corpse up to the Hill,
Deputy, this man's dead and gone.
Animeg3282
>GenX or GenZero urban primates and their apologists are the
>monkeys I am talking about; these braindead fugs who in a faddist
>reversion to cultural primitivism and conformist ritual, pierce
>and skin-paint themselves, dance and listen to non-musical noise,
>contribute to the aesthetic and ethical degeneration of the
>culture such as to create of the urban environment, a "jungle",
>as for example, see also "Asphalt Jungle", "Blackboard Jungle",
>that's what I'm talking about.
>
So basically, you dislike young, attractive people because they grew up with
different fads than you? (your parents probably thought the clothes you wore as
a teen were ugly too)
Hana no Kaitou
Pledged to the Way of the Wimp
"It's better to light a candle than to make up myths about the darkness"-me