"Why do they always look like this?" - Asmongold We used to dye our hair as Warped Tour era teens, in order to stand out. To individualize ourselves. They co-opted hair-dye in order to signal adherence to the cult of Marxism. We are absolutely not the same. Highlighted Comments: " “I’m childless” Thank you for your service." " It's like someone gassed the whole city with the joker toxin.." " "I have nothing to lose so let me destroy the future for everyone else's children."" " “We are going to fight back” says a person who has panic attacks answering their front door." " I feel like nose rings are the new straight jackets." " Remember yall: Things in nature that are Toxic or Poisonous will adopt Bright Colors" " "I don't have anything to lose", and yet most of them are overweight." " Parents: "Son why arent you married and have kids yet?" The Women to pick fro...
"MY RIGHT" by SCREECHING WEASEL | POP-PUNK | CHICAGO, IL
*If you are upset with a man who wrote a song called "My Right" for exercising that right, you're retarded as all hell, and clearly never listened to the man's music. And if you try to cancel an artist for having an opinion you disagree with, and then try to gather a rage mob to help you cancel said artist for having an opinion you disagree with... I hate to break it to yoo, but YOU are the one behaving as a fascist.
You know what I do when I decide a business no longer reflects my values? I stop spending my money there. It's that simple. Nobody is forcing you to attend a festival organized by someone who has a different opinion than you. How much time and energy are you putting in to making sure that the other businesses and festivals you attend share your viewpoints? Are we perhaps being short-sighted, cyber-bully shitheads who force our opinions on others?
Again, if you are forcing your opinion on others and trying to form a rage mob to "cancel" a business for exercising their own rights and free-will, YOU are not the hero that YOU think you are. Might want to check yourself at the door. Or just don't bother showing up if you can't handle existing in the same space as people who don't share your opinions, there's a word for that, what is it... oh yeah, "bigot."
Maybe go spend your time productively and try to, you know, start your OWN band or throw your OWN festival. Rather than trying to piss and shit all over everyone else's hard work just because grown-ass-adults with actual real world experience don't march lockstep with the skewed belief system you formed in your mother's basement.
Also, If you throw ice at a performer and spit on them, you absolutely deserve to be punched in the fucking face. You're actually fortunate if that's all that happens to you. And if you think a woman should be allowed to behave like a man without facing repercussions as a man, so do you.
The real question should be "Where the fuck was security? And why didn't they do their job when a performer was being spit upon and assaulted with ice cubes during a performance?"
My right to say what I want And think the way I want to think My right, I want to speak my mind My right to yell, my right to scream
My right, and no one's ever gonna tell me what I have to do (My right) I'll live my life the way I want I don't care about your little world
And I can't believe you're telling me What's good for me, how do you know what's good And I can't believe you're telling me What to believe, get away from me My right!
My right!
No matter what I do, to you It's always one big mistake Well I'm sick of you, I know I'm right You sleazy, money-grubbing fake My right, my life, my mind, my soul, my body, my existence Means that I don't have to listen to you It's my right, 'cause I'm a human being
I can't believe you're telling me What's good for me, how do you know what's good And I can't believe you're telling me What to believe, get away from me My right!
My right to say what I want And think the way I want to think My right, I want to speak my mind My right to yell, my right to scream My right, my life, my mind, my soul, my body, my existence Means that I don't have to listen to you It's my right, 'cause I'm a human being
I can't believe you're telling me What's good for me, how do you know what's good And I can't believe you're telling me What's good for me, how do you know what's good And I, I can't believe you're telling me What's good for me, how do you know what's good And I can't believe you're telling me What to believe, get away from me!
