Punk As Fuck

we talk about a community where people aren’t judged by what clothes they wear... we talk about how revolutionary and oh-so-cool we are because we are so fucking different. we tell each other that because we wear ripped up clothing and listen to bands no one else knows about, we are so superior. but we’re not. why don’t we see that we are just repeating the voices of the mainstream in a slightly altered way? that hating someone because they iron their clothing and listen to matchbox twenty is no different than some jock spitting on some punk kid because of his mohawk. why have we forgotten that the important thing is not who has the brightest hair, who has the most spikes on their person at any given moment? this is not supposed to be a punk rock fashion show.

we talk about how much we want things to change, how much we want a revolution, but how exactly are we supposed to accomplish that if we refuse to talk to anyone wearing matching clothes? how exactly is this revolution supposed to happen if none of us are talking to anyone besides other punk kids who have exactly the same opinions as we do?

if only we could all band together, we could potentially be the most powerful revolutionary force this country has ever seen. punk rock by itself is not going to change the world. we can’t change everything by ourselves. we have to get our ideas out, we have to hand out zines to people who would not ordinarily read them. start up conversations with people you don’t normally talk to. we have to get people besides just punks thinking about change.

if we want change, it depends on us all... UNITE! quit fighting each other.