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January 17th, 2010

Neon-Nazis & Fascist Bastards

Last night I went to a gig. Not your normal gig, properly organised etc, no; this one was in the basement of a bookshop that sells (I think) anti-fascist literature for people without a job and a need to blame it on someone – and people who generally have opinions that, far from being radical and revolutionary – are just a bit wrong. For a sub-section of society that claim to battle back against segregation and wrong-doing, they sure are a secretive bunch. Me being me, with my ‘job’ and ‘education’, I sadly stuck out like a sore thumb. Most other people in the room embraced it half-arsedly and shouted yelps of solidarity at the appropriate moments.

The organisers were keen to point out that the place didn’t have an alcohol license (so it was a bring-your-own-booze kind of affair), nor an entertainment license, making the whole thing a little bit shifty. Which is fine, except one band (whom I’ll be focussing my rage on in a second) decided that these little warnings, asking people not to loiter outside in fear of attracting police attention, meant that there were Nazi’s outside, all waiting to get us. Nazis everywhere. Couldn’t move for all the Nazis.

This band were called The Wasters, a small collection of kids with more opinions than braincells. I get that punk music is usually politically-fuelled and there’s nothing wrong with that until you start to talk absolute shit. “We don’t want a job” they sang (I’m paraphrasing but that was the message), which is just laziness disguised as revolutionary. They probably wouldn’t get a job anyway – you need qualifications for that, not just hollowed-out opinions that you read on a pamphlet taped to the wall in a communist bookshop. (One particularly good poster, last time we were there, announced a meeting of ‘Angry Liverpool Feminists’ – the invite asked you to bring a cake). Their ethos seemed to be “I don’t want to better myself, because that’s what THEY expect me to do. So I’ll just stay at home borrowing £20 off my dad for hair dye”. Every other word was ‘Fucking’, because swearing helps you to sound like you’re really serious about what you have to say. So many good political arguments have been based on the “Yeah…fucking…them bastards innit…ruining…fucking…everything like. Government” method.

In-between songs they insisted on screaming about how “We’re not violent, that’s not what we’re about” then launching straight into songs like ‘Drunken Riots’, unsurprisingly about being drunk and in a riot. This wasn’t even the biggest ‘What The Fuck?’ moment of the night though. That goes to the speech about how cosmetic make-up is evil, and anyone who wears it was a fucking idiot. Not only was most of the female population in the room wearing some form of make-up, the little scrotum who shouted about it had a dyed-blonde mohican. So make-up is Nazi/Fascist scumshite but ‘Brightest Blonde’ by L’Oreal and a tub of Fructis gel is fine? He might want to shove that little brain-fart back in for another few hours – it isn’t quite ready for public consumption yet. They bemoaned the corporate society, but neglected to mention the event was advertised by a Facebook group, and the alcohol being consumed was largely supplied by the Tesco over the road.

The Wasters were also very concerned about the presence of ‘Neo-Nazis upstairs’, though what they meant by that, no one was exactly sure – it still got a big crowd cheer from the drunken mass though. Were the Nazis upstairs? All sat around drinking Nazi-tea? Did they have their own gig going on, with some Rammstein cover band bitching about the ‘Faggy Hippies’ downstairs?

My best guess is ‘Nazis’ was a catch-all term for ‘anyone else who doesn’t agree with me’. So I’m a Nazi. Great. Thanks. You thick cunts.

And their music was shit. They were followed by a band called Chief who were far better but didn’t say anything particularly stupid, so I won’t bother writing much about them.

There was also a mid-band announcement by one of the organisers, asking people to donate money on their way out to the Liverpool Anti-Fascist organisation. I wonder what this organisation would think of all the Tesco bags that littered the floor? I’d have happily given £10 to the cause if I could find 5 people in the room who could give me an accurate summary of ‘Fascist’ and what it actually meant.

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September 28th, 2009

Read a fucking book

Dear Idiots of Earth:
Please stop doing everything you’re doing, and listen.

I’m about to start complaining directly at you. It’s to do with writing; grammar, spelling, using the correct words etc.

Any user of the internet in general will see, on a daily basis, examples of absolutely terrible writing. Whether or not it’s comments on YouTube, full of misguided aggression and nonsensical insults, or a status update so totally devoid of structure or intelligence that it becomes almost impossible to read, or screaming angry blogs about nothing. (Hello).

A new, common example of idiocy that’s rapidly infecting the likes of Facebook, is people who Write Every Word In A Sentence With A Capital Letter At The Start. Get the fuck off the shift key, you retard. Or, which would be even worse, do these morons use the Caps Lock key each time?

*caps lock*F*caps lock*uck *caps lock*O*capslock*ff.

Either way it’s madness. There isn’t a need for it, and they are only following the example set by others who do the same. I’m sure not even the lowest of the low gossip magazines does this, so where have they picked it up from? Do they not read, at all, not even other peoples updates? If they did this in school, a teacher wouldn’t even read it, and would probably slap you in your stupid face for it. A job application wouldn’t make it past a first glance. How did they survive this long? They should still be repeating high school, over an over again, until they manage to grasp the very absolute basics of writing or their teeth fall out and they die of old age. It’s hard to read, too, because your brain sees each word as the start of a new sentence. By the end of it, you don’t care if the sentence is outlining a cure for cancer, because it’s clearly written by an idiot who is going out of their way to make things irritating for you. Fuck them, and their fool-proof plan for world peace. Luckily, the people who do this typically have nothing worth saying, so skipping their mutterings is safe. You’ll miss nothing.

Another common, yet ’classic’ example of non-thinking stupidity is the whole their/they’re/there or you’re/your mix-up thing. I know some people genuinely don’t care, so it doesn’t matter to them, but I personally got my head around this very simple concept in primary school. By the time I was 12 years old, I don’t remember anyone in my class having a problem with it. I could do it unthinkingly 99% of the time, as could every else around me. So why, when even the most lame education can enable these skills in people, are there still so many fuck ups? It doesn’t take any thought – it should be programmed into your brain, like 2+2=4 or ‘don’t shove your face in a fire’.

They’re in there with their bear. There. If you can’t make sense of that, get the fuck out.

(Also worth noting: swearing is perfectly acceptable and anyone who complains about it is a cunt).

So-called ‘Text language’ is another one: It was almost understandable back in the days when each individual text cost 12p, and the need to say a lot in a limited number of characters gave you an excuse ’2 tlk lk dis’ in an effort to fit more of your pointless babble onto a message – but the internet typically has no such limitations (ignoring Twitter, whose users tend to manage without resorting to idiotic shortening by simply saying less). You can say what you like, and take your sweet time about it. Hell, set up a website and really stretch your fingers. We did. It’s easy. No one will read it, but atleast you don’t have to spend fifteen minutes taking out 90% of the vowels and stripping your words bare before saying something that wasn’t worth saying in the first place.

This is similar, but not quite as bad as intentionally mis-spelling words. ‘Creem’, ‘Myt’, ‘Anooo’, etc. It takes more time to consider the correct spelling and change it than it does to just write ‘Cream’, ‘Might’ and ‘I know’, surely? It’s not like they’re even just speaking phonetically…they’re intentionally r*ping and degrading the words. Leaving a dictionary in a bloody puddle in an alley-way, taking away it’s innocence.

Stupidity/ignorance like this fills me with a murderous rage, and I firmly believe there should be a test everyone should have to pass before they’re allowed on to the internet. It should involve basic spelling and grammar tests, and maybe a lesson on how to formulate an argument so it doesn’t devolve into a pointless back-and-forth about who sucks the most donkey cocks. Anyone who fails should be given restricted access to only the cbeebies website, and encouraged to read a book instead of…whatever the hell it is they do instead. Or at the very least a man should stand behind them, screaming insults down their ears until they start to show a bit of intelligence. Retests can be once every two years and the punishment for failing two on the run is to revoke their membership to the Human race, and keep them in a Zoo where normal, not-stupid people can walk past and hurl complex insults at them, then laugh as the cretins sit with a look of puzzlement on their excrement-smeared face, banging a stick with another stick.

For the rest of their lives.














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