Conventional Brainwashing
The youth of America is a rather touchy subject for alot of people these days, with everyone wanting to be socially acceptible and politically correct. Pardon my language, and this is not literal, fuck the kids. You can notice them, doesn't matter where you are. All mindless robots.
They roll out of bed in the morning, using their cell phones for alarms. Applying the proper amount of hair gel, grabbing a studded belt, pre-ripped fashionable jeans, a pop-punk band shirt, and perhaps some bracelets, out the door the children run off to school, making sure their iPod batteries are full and the playlist is on shuffle.
They are annoying and piss me off. Many of them need lives because if they love and do whatever MTV says, then these young ones have no lives. An obssession with MySpace is nothing to boast about. If you have a picture of your favorite band on your camera phone then you should be sterilized. American youth always tell me that their favorite Beatles song is Let It Be, therefore just basically should remind us all of the faceless children who walk blindly into the meat grinder in The Wall. The thought of them someday running the country makes me lose sleep.
"Good Morning Youth Of America, The Earth Says Hello", would be the quote delivered by myself my first morning in the White House, outside on the lawn with a cigarette and cocktail in hand.
One must wonder what sensory stimulation this "mass" gives off. Well, they smell like a rotting corpse, look like Boy George, sound like screeching tires, appears to be a walking billboard, smells like teen spirit, look like Carson Daly, sounds like a Flock Of Seagulls re-visited, quotes Napoleon Dynamite, most like pansies, and they stagedive as all my friends and I move to witness face meet floor.
At the Primus concert i went to, the little ones there, who only knew one song, were talking loudly and pissing me off, until i said something. This is an imaginative monologue of what the girl said about this afterwards.
"OH MY GOD! We were at the concert, I forgot what band, anyway, some asshole was all like shut up and we were like hey dude we paid to get in here too. Totally, ew, the guys there were not cute at all. Like, my fake ID didn't even work and it was a total drag. Well i have to watch The OC, ill totally like call you later."
Coeds of the ages 14-17 have little uses. They are good for a laugh when you are bored. They have no classical knowledge and can be dolled up at anytime, like a life-size Barbie/Ken doll. If they are talking too much or being loud, you can usually spit beer on them while they simply take up space. They could be thrown in front of a train if you go on a violent rampage, or can be discarded anytime almost anywhere for whatever reason you may want to make up afterwards.
An excellent conversation between a friend and I.
Me: Those middle-class pigs shouldn't be let out in public, the SWINE!
Him: All they need is a little guidance.
Me: Fuck that, lock them up. Give them anthrax. Kill the parents. Quarentine.
Him: Now you are just being stupid.
Me: How would you feel if you had to talk to people on a daily basis at your job or just walking around town or school and having to attempt to engage in a normal conversation with someone who has the "why read the book ide rather watch the movie" mentality and end up listening to them ramble on about how they didn't have the right jeans they wanted at American Eagle so they had to get a razorblade and put the cuts there themselves?
Him: You need help man
Me: *as i flip over the table* Eat shit. Fuck The Kids. Kill, liquidate, Fuck the Machine, Bomb a G8 Picnic!
The buy clothes from Hot Topic and do not know who the President is. I remember some of them calling me old one night because i was listening to Jimi Hendrix and the song wasn't Purple Haze because that is the only one they know. My favorite thing about them, is that I'm nothing like them.
Turn on, Tune in, Drop out, raise them up, knock them down, educate, facilitate, communicate, excommunicate, instigate, perhaps liquidate, dont procrastinate. Day by day, minute by minute, second by second, we can save them from eternal damnation and people like me writing peices of work about them.
They roll out of bed in the morning, using their cell phones for alarms. Applying the proper amount of hair gel, grabbing a studded belt, pre-ripped fashionable jeans, a pop-punk band shirt, and perhaps some bracelets, out the door the children run off to school, making sure their iPod batteries are full and the playlist is on shuffle.
They are annoying and piss me off. Many of them need lives because if they love and do whatever MTV says, then these young ones have no lives. An obssession with MySpace is nothing to boast about. If you have a picture of your favorite band on your camera phone then you should be sterilized. American youth always tell me that their favorite Beatles song is Let It Be, therefore just basically should remind us all of the faceless children who walk blindly into the meat grinder in The Wall. The thought of them someday running the country makes me lose sleep.
"Good Morning Youth Of America, The Earth Says Hello", would be the quote delivered by myself my first morning in the White House, outside on the lawn with a cigarette and cocktail in hand.
One must wonder what sensory stimulation this "mass" gives off. Well, they smell like a rotting corpse, look like Boy George, sound like screeching tires, appears to be a walking billboard, smells like teen spirit, look like Carson Daly, sounds like a Flock Of Seagulls re-visited, quotes Napoleon Dynamite, most like pansies, and they stagedive as all my friends and I move to witness face meet floor.
At the Primus concert i went to, the little ones there, who only knew one song, were talking loudly and pissing me off, until i said something. This is an imaginative monologue of what the girl said about this afterwards.
"OH MY GOD! We were at the concert, I forgot what band, anyway, some asshole was all like shut up and we were like hey dude we paid to get in here too. Totally, ew, the guys there were not cute at all. Like, my fake ID didn't even work and it was a total drag. Well i have to watch The OC, ill totally like call you later."
Coeds of the ages 14-17 have little uses. They are good for a laugh when you are bored. They have no classical knowledge and can be dolled up at anytime, like a life-size Barbie/Ken doll. If they are talking too much or being loud, you can usually spit beer on them while they simply take up space. They could be thrown in front of a train if you go on a violent rampage, or can be discarded anytime almost anywhere for whatever reason you may want to make up afterwards.
An excellent conversation between a friend and I.
Me: Those middle-class pigs shouldn't be let out in public, the SWINE!
Him: All they need is a little guidance.
Me: Fuck that, lock them up. Give them anthrax. Kill the parents. Quarentine.
Him: Now you are just being stupid.
Me: How would you feel if you had to talk to people on a daily basis at your job or just walking around town or school and having to attempt to engage in a normal conversation with someone who has the "why read the book ide rather watch the movie" mentality and end up listening to them ramble on about how they didn't have the right jeans they wanted at American Eagle so they had to get a razorblade and put the cuts there themselves?
Him: You need help man
Me: *as i flip over the table* Eat shit. Fuck The Kids. Kill, liquidate, Fuck the Machine, Bomb a G8 Picnic!
The buy clothes from Hot Topic and do not know who the President is. I remember some of them calling me old one night because i was listening to Jimi Hendrix and the song wasn't Purple Haze because that is the only one they know. My favorite thing about them, is that I'm nothing like them.
Turn on, Tune in, Drop out, raise them up, knock them down, educate, facilitate, communicate, excommunicate, instigate, perhaps liquidate, dont procrastinate. Day by day, minute by minute, second by second, we can save them from eternal damnation and people like me writing peices of work about them.
posted by Canton's Lone Beatnik at 11:27:00 PM
3 Comments:
Primus is a great band, apparently I managed to buy their worst album (The Brown Album) but it's still damn interesting stuff. Their other albums are incredible *decides to listen to Frizzle Fry since it's the first album in the folder*
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this is a brilliant rant about how the teens in america are like within today's society. good job!
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