Rant-O-Rama

Lately I've been really f-cking tired and confused. As far as life goes it's more or less a kick in the pants. I know some of you might have money, or a nice job, or a significant other, or family or whatever. I don't have any of that, so my view is from closer to the bottom. Of course none of us are anywhere near the bottom. I just experience a lot of things you people don't. It's nothing ground breaking, I suppose.

It irritates me when I see people complaining that daddy was mean to them and gave them a curfew. Boo hoo. Do you pay rent? If the answer is yes and he's being a dick, move out. See how much you like that.

So you're unhappy because they're sort of mean to you at your cushy little office job? Try working as a waiter, or in retail. Some place where you get to enjoy the people who don't give a f-ck about what you think or how you feel.

See, people like me are nobody. If I disappear there are thousands of other people waiting in the wings to fill the vacancy of where I live, to drive my car, and to work the piece of sh-t job I work. It's not that people aren't unique, it's just that at this level no one particularly cares if they are or not.

I could sit back and blame this on any number of things. Janet Reno. Elvis. Myself. Laying blame is pretty fucking pointless. It doesn't make anything better. It never fixes anything. It just satiates our desire to see other people suffer. People are wonderful. I swear.

I sort of came across the realization last night that for me, life was over before it started. I'm several thousand dollars in debt and unlikely to finish college. No matter how intelligent (Or unintelligent, if you dislike me) I am, I'm going to be doing sh-t jobs until I die. I'll never make it in the entertainment business, or as a writer. It just doesn't happen to nobodies.

Many of you will just scoff and downplay this as whining low class jealousy. Of course, you same people are probably married, own a house, or still living with mom and/or dad. Not that I'd expect anything else from my peers. If life has taught me anything, it's that if you're where I am, you don't deserve anything BUT contempt and enmity.

If someone loses their fortune it's a tragedy and their friends console them. If someone loses a loved one, it's a tragedy and the people that love them console them. If you never had a fortune, people sneer at you and say you deserve what you have. You deserve no sympathy. If you never had a loved one people laugh, or offer little cliched proverbs. You deserve no compassion. If you can not get wealth, it is your fault. Somehow it is your fault. If you can not be loved by someone it is something you are doing wrong. Sorry about your luck. You really are nice or attractive or whatever, but I guess things just aren't working out. You can do it! The consolation prize of anyone that doesn't care about you is the cliched enthusiasm that is supposed to drive us to be better.

And of course there are those of you out there that no doubt think you're worse off than I am. I doubt anyone that has a PC and an ISP can be much worse off than I am, but it's possible. The irony is that despite feeling empathy for my situation you will also ostracize me because I don't realize how good I have things. Extra irony is inclusive when people come to the "realization" that I'm doing the same thing by bashing the upper-lower class, and middle class. It's not really like that, but people would rather lay the blame elsewhere than accept what's going on. I'm not "bashing" anyone, other than to point out the way I am treated by people on the whole. Are my accusations just a snivelling attempt at shifting blame, or will people finally accept that what they're doing is wrong? Signs point to the fact that the masses will lean towards the former, claiming hypocrisy on my part.

Yeah. Well. Whatever.

I am not loved. I'm just low class trash, and I do the jobs none of you want to. Not because it's all I can do, but because it's the best I can manage. Life's not fair, it's true. Someday I'll wake up and realize I've wasted my entire life, echoing the sentiment of everyone around me. Unfortunately I already see that I'm going to waste my life and that's not going to change, because I don't have money. This is the land of opportunity. If you have money. You have no credibility or job options without a college degree. It might seem like government aid is enough, but with the way things work out I am denied aid until I'm 25. I qualify for loans, but if I go under and into debt I have no one to bail me out. Whether or not any of you take me with a grain of salt or are hanging on my every word, it does not change this. What you want to believe does not change this. Your well wishes, they also do not change this. Scathing accusations and denial of reality? They might change my situation for you. As far as I'm concerned someone elses perceived reality of my life doesn't do anything for me.

I am the trash you stand on to keep yourself afloat. Once I'm gone someone else will be there to crush. I will not be loved or remembered. That's the way life has always been.

-Squid

So. You're Mr. or Ms. Punk Rock Rough Tough Creampuff, full of hate and at-e-tude and bile and righteous indignation because nobody ain't gonna f--k with you, not with your multi-hued mutant rooster hairdo, biker chains, ripped and dirty clothing, a body odor just this side of "homeless guy's crotch", an ever-raised middle finger, and enough verbal ammunition to send society into apoplectic seizures of fear and thinly-veiled admiration. No, not you. Now what, butch? Except for the drunken physical danger you represent, nobody gives a s--t about you for just about the same reasons you think a berzerker mindset gives your life meaning. Punk didn't make you a cartoon character -- you did on your own in a dramatic play for pity and recognition. Harley's don't turn people into Hell's Angels either. Catch my drift, stinky?

What's my point? Punk destroys its own on a regular basis when it sets up expectations of total commitment, total aggression or total involvement. Please, it's only music. If you like the songs and the ideas make you a better person, that's great. If you use it as an excuse to be an asshole, bugger off. Punk doesn't need you hanging around its neck. I'm tired of the lowest common denominator always getting the "Punk" label. Like puking is Punk but having a job isn't. The most intense flame burns out the fastest. If you want to be "Punk For Life" you must pace yourself and learn how to exist in a world that rightly looks at cartoons as 2-dimensional line drawings.

I'm tired of hearing about celebrities who spice up their bios by claiming they were once Punk. Ooo, how cutting edge and maybe even a little dangerous! On 1 level I can argue they were never Punk to begin with if they discarded it as a youthful indiscretion. They dressed punky and listened to some punky music but that's about it. I eat pizza but that doesn't make me Italian (If you eat too much Italian food you can get a big pizza-rear. Get it? no? -- sorry).

On another level I can't blame anyone who turns their back on Punk once they enter the real world of work and responsibility. Punks are freaks, outcasts, violent anti-social cretins, scary looking monsters. It's an image created by various Punk elements and presented by the media as the whole picture. How true is the stereotype? True enough to earn Punk its bad reputation. Honestly, no one is required to look past your hate and stupidity to find that sweet, hurt widdle puppy underneath. And if you're a living sphincter you don't deserve a hug - what you need is a kick in the teeth.

If a Punk tells you you're selling out by working a job, getting married, wearing a suit, or doing anything else for that matter, spit on the asshole. There's no such thing as selling out when it comes to personal decisions. Punk isn't "about" D.I.Y. or doing it for the kids or not making a profit. It's not about anything. Punk is a style of music each person defines on their own. Make money, own material things, be happy. If someone tells you it's not Punk to be successful they're just trying to keep you down with them. Punk will always limit it's own potential if it pretends to be a negative cult of attitude and clothing. We have to give people a reason to be Punk once they get out of school. Otherwise Punk is just a pose for kids to prove they're beyond the control of their parents. As a geezer I look dumber every day for liking "kids" music. And another thing, stop wearing clothing with corporate logos and slogans. What are you, a walking billboard for Nike? Even worse, you paid for the s--t too! Get a life, read the instructions carefully, and try to use it on a daily basis.

-Emerson


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		Lately I've been really f-cking tired and confused. As far as life goes it's more or less a kick in the pants. I know some of you might have money, or a nice job, or a significant other, or family or whatever. I don't have any of that, so my view is from closer to the bottom. Of course none of us are anywhere near the bottom. I just experience a lot of things you people don't. It's nothing ground breaking, I suppose. It irritates me when I see people complaining that daddy was mean to them and gave them a curfew. Boo hoo. Do you pay rent? If the answer is yes and he's being a dick, move out. See how much you like that. So you're unhappy because they're sort of mean to you at your cushy little office job? Try working as a waiter, or in retail. Some place where you get to enjoy the people who don't give a f-ck about what you think or how you feel. See, people like me are nobody. If I disappear there are thousands of other people waiting in the wings to fill the vacancy of where I live, to drive my car, and to work the piece of sh-t job I work. It's not that people aren't unique, it's just that at this level no one particularly cares if they are or not. I could sit back and blame this on any number of things. Janet Reno. Elvis. Myself. Laying blame is pretty fucking pointless. It doesn't make anything better. It never fixes anything. It just satiates our desire to see other people suffer. People are wonderful. I swear. I sort of came across the realization last night that for me, life was over before it started. I'm several thousand dollars in debt and unlikely to finish college. No matter how intelligent (Or unintelligent, if you dislike me) I am, I'm going to be doing sh-t jobs until I die. I'll never make it in the entertainment business, or as a writer. It just doesn't happen to nobodies. Many of you will just scoff and downplay this as whining low class jealousy. Of course, you same people are probably married, own a house, or still living with mom and/or dad. Not that I'd expect anything else from my peers. If life has taught me anything, it's that if you're where I am, you don't deserve anything BUT contempt and enmity. If someone loses their fortune it's a tragedy and their friends console them. If someone loses a loved one, it's a tragedy and the people that love them console them. If you never had a fortune, people sneer at you and say you deserve what you have. You deserve no sympathy. If you never had a loved one people laugh, or offer little cliched proverbs. You deserve no compassion. If you can not get wealth, it is your fault. Somehow it is your fault. If you can not be loved by someone it is something you are doing wrong. Sorry about your luck. You really are nice or attractive or whatever, but I guess things just aren't working out. You can do it! The consolation prize of anyone that doesn't care about you is the cliched enthusiasm that is supposed to drive us to be better. And of course there are those of you out there that no doubt think you're worse off than I am. I doubt anyone that has a PC and an ISP can be much worse off than I am, but it's possible. The irony is that despite feeling empathy for my situation you will also ostracize me because I don't realize how good I have things. Extra irony is inclusive when people come to the "realization" that I'm doing the same thing by bashing the upper-lower class, and middle class. It's not really like that, but people would rather lay the blame elsewhere than accept what's going on. I'm not "bashing" anyone, other than to point out the way I am treated by people on the whole. Are my accusations just a snivelling attempt at shifting blame, or will people finally accept that what they're doing is wrong? Signs point to the fact that the masses will lean towards the former, claiming hypocrisy on my part. Yeah. Well. Whatever. I am not loved. I'm just low class trash, and I do the jobs none of you want to. Not because it's all I can do, but because it's the best I can manage. Life's not fair, it's true. Someday I'll wake up and realize I've wasted my entire life, echoing the sentiment of everyone around me. Unfortunately I already see that I'm going to waste my life and that's not going to change, because I don't have money. This is the land of opportunity. If you have money. You have no credibility or job options without a college degree. It might seem like government aid is enough, but with the way things work out I am denied aid until I'm 25. I qualify for loans, but if I go under and into debt I have no one to bail me out. Whether or not any of you take me with a grain of salt or are hanging on my every word, it does not change this. What you want to believe does not change this. Your well wishes, they also do not change this. Scathing accusations and denial of reality? They might change my situation for you. As far as I'm concerned someone elses perceived reality of my life doesn't do anything for me. I am the trash you stand on to keep yourself afloat. Once I'm gone someone else will be there to crush. I will not be loved or remembered. That's the way life has always been. -Squid The Next Rant Is.... So. You're Mr. or Ms. Punk Rock Rough Tough Creampuff, full of hate and at-e-tude and bile and righteous indignation because nobody ain't gonna f--k with you, not with your multi-hued mutant rooster hairdo, biker chains, ripped and dirty clothing, a body odor just this side of "homeless guy's crotch", an ever-raised middle finger, and enough verbal ammunition to send society into apoplectic seizures of fear and thinly-veiled admiration. No, not you. Now what, butch? Except for the drunken physical danger you represent, nobody gives a s--t about you for just about the same reasons you think a berzerker mindset gives your life meaning. Punk didn't make you a cartoon character -- you did on your own in a dramatic play for pity and recognition. Harley's don't turn people into Hell's Angels either. Catch my drift, stinky? What's my point? Punk destroys its own on a regular basis when it sets up expectations of total commitment, total aggression or total involvement. Please, it's only music. If you like the songs and the ideas make you a better person, that's great. If you use it as an excuse to be an asshole, bugger off. Punk doesn't need you hanging around its neck. I'm tired of the lowest common denominator always getting the "Punk" label. Like puking is Punk but having a job isn't. The most intense flame burns out the fastest. If you want to be "Punk For Life" you must pace yourself and learn how to exist in a world that rightly looks at cartoons as 2-dimensional line drawings. I'm tired of hearing about celebrities who spice up their bios by claiming they were once Punk. Ooo, how cutting edge and maybe even a little dangerous! On 1 level I can argue they were never Punk to begin with if they discarded it as a youthful indiscretion. They dressed punky and listened to some punky music but that's about it. I eat pizza but that doesn't make me Italian (If you eat too much Italian food you can get a big pizza-rear. Get it? no? -- sorry). On another level I can't blame anyone who turns their back on Punk once they enter the real world of work and responsibility. Punks are freaks, outcasts, violent anti-social cretins, scary looking monsters. It's an image created by various Punk elements and presented by the media as the whole picture. How true is the stereotype? True enough to earn Punk its bad reputation. Honestly, no one is required to look past your hate and stupidity to find that sweet, hurt widdle puppy underneath. And if you're a living sphincter you don't deserve a hug - what you need is a kick in the teeth. If a Punk tells you you're selling out by working a job, getting married, wearing a suit, or doing anything else for that matter, spit on the asshole. There's no such thing as selling out when it comes to personal decisions. Punk isn't "about" D.I.Y. or doing it for the kids or not making a profit. It's not about anything. Punk is a style of music each person defines on their own. Make money, own material things, be happy. If someone tells you it's not Punk to be successful they're just trying to keep you down with them. Punk will always limit it's own potential if it pretends to be a negative cult of attitude and clothing. We have to give people a reason to be Punk once they get out of school. Otherwise Punk is just a pose for kids to prove they're beyond the control of their parents. As a geezer I look dumber every day for liking "kids" music. And another thing, stop wearing clothing with corporate logos and slogans. What are you, a walking billboard for Nike? Even worse, you paid for the s--t too! Get a life, read the instructions carefully, and try to use it on a daily basis. -Emerson