You can't shout "power to the people" while pushing against something that "the people" literally voted for, and which won the popular vote. What you are really saying at that point is, "fuck you, I'll do what I want!" Which also means you are Eric Cartman. Congratulations. Dumbfuck Portlan retards get exactly what the fucking deserve. A face full of boot. And in this instance, yes, I absolutely will be out there ready to lick that very boot. I, and the millions of other Americans who voted for that very boot to flatten your stupid ugly face.
Billy Talent are a highly under-rated punk / alternative rock band from Ontario, Canada. The lyrics to their song "Surprise Surprise" was a bit ahead of it's time as well. The problems they discuss are nothing new but they have definitely been magnified by recent events.
Lyrics:
"You got the look, but not the credit
They wrote the book on how to sell it
From cigarettes to skinny jeans
You got the money, they got the means
Oh you upper class daughters and working class sons
It's hard to save a dollar the way the world runs
You're the target market of a corporate joke
It won't be so ironic when your daddy is broke
Surprise surprise! Surprise surprise!
You're much better looking when you're in disguise
Surprise surprise! Surprise surprise!
And this revolution has been brought to you by...
Just gotta stop, so you can mimic
The tortured artist, the jaded cynic
The latest gadget is just a gimmick
Another sucker born every minute
Well I'm sick of this town bringing me down
A vast world epidemic all around
I'm sick of this town bringing me down
A lost generation trying to act profound
Oh you upper class daughters and working class sons
It's hard to save a dollar the way the world runs
We got a counter culture you can buy off a shelf
If you're losing your identity to somebody else
Surprise surprise! Surprise surprise!
You're much better looking when you're in disguise
Surprise surprise! Surprise surprise!
And this revolution has been brought to you by
Those who seek to think we don't care
And those who seek to think we're not aware
...
Oh you working class daughters, and upper class sons
