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Apparently, I'm A "P.C. Fascist" (Because I Care About Both Human And Non-Human Animals)

Some of my otherwise brilliant and productive friends
(Like scroundrels and their flags) take final refuge
In character assassinations;
They ignore the issue and deny the relation between
Consumption and brutality.
So you can roll your eyes and marginalize me (socially penalize me):
Play on insecurities.
And you can feign ignorance,
But you're not stupid, you're just selfish.

And I kinda thought we all shared common threads
In that we gravitated "here" to challenge the conventions we've been fed
By a culture that treats (living, breathing, feeling) creatures like (biological) machines.
And if you buy that shit then how long 'til it's me
Who serves as your commodity?
Through (for exemple) institutionalized
Violence and oppression of workers
And women raped by sexism (and how about native americans?)
Do you still insist on feigning indignance (aka: indignation)
To reason? To collective self-interest?

I'll call you on your shit,
Please call me on mine.
Yeah then we can grow together
And make this shit-hole planet better in time.
Consider someone else.

Nailing Descartes To The Wall / (Liquid) Meat Is Still Murder


I speak outside what is recognized as the border between "reason" and "insanity".
But I consider it a mesure of my humanity
To be written off by the living graves of a billion murdered lives.
And I'm not ashamed of my
Recurring dreams about me and a gun and a different species
(hint: starts with "h" and rhymes with "Neuman's")
Of carnage strewn about the stockyards, the factories and farms.
Still I know as well as anyone that it does less good than harm
To be this honest with a conscience eased by lies.
You cannot deny that meat is still murder. Dairy is still rape.
And I am still as stupid as anyone but I know my mistakes.
And I have recognized one form of oppression, now I recognised the rest.
Life is too short make another's life shorter.
(Animal Liberation Now!)

Less Talk, More Rock

I'd like to actively encourage the toughest man to dance as hard as he can to this, my song.
And bring your stupidest friends along.

We wrote this song cos it's fucking boring
To keep spelling out the words that you keep ignoring.
And your macho shit won't phase me now.
It just makes us laugh, we got your cash, court-jester take a bow.

Cos did you know that when I was nine,
I tried to fuck a friend of mine?
HE was 8, then I turn 10.
14 years latter it happened again, with a other friend,
This time me on the receiving end.

And all the fists in the world's can't save you now.
Cos if you dance to this,
Then you drink to me
And my sexuality.
With your hands down my pants by transitive property.


They call here to tell me that you're finally dying,
Through a veil of childish cries.
Southern Manitoba
Prairie's pulling at the
Pantleg of your bad disguise.

So why were you so
A boat abandoned in some backyard.
In that small town that you lives and died in.

I've've got an armchair from your family home.
Got your P.G. Wodehouse novels and your telephone.
I've got your plates in stainless steel.
Got that way of never saying what you really feel.

So anchorless?
A boat abandoned in some backyard.
In that small town that you lives and died in.

Don't want to live and die here!
Don't want to live and die here!
Where we're anchorless
A boat abandoned in some backyard.
In that small town that you lives and died in.

Rio De San Atlanta, Manitoba

Our cities seem to function quite the same:
Sweeping ghettos under one big rug makes them easy to contain,
So the upper & middle class can sleep (or shop in peace)
And convince themselves that "trickle-down" will solve this poverty.

Murderers walk our streets
And their weapons are their pens, desks, policies
P.R. campaigns, fed by the spoils of war
Against the "lazy, shiftless" populations of the poor.

This system cannot be reform... (so how about we try something different?)

A Public Dis-Service Announcement From Shell
("Clear Thinking In Troubled Time": Winnipeg Free Press, Nov. 21st, 1995)

"People have the right to the truth, unvarnished, even uncumfortable, but never subjugated to a cause, however noble or well-meaning, they have the right to clear thinking. Slogans, protests and boycotts don't offer answers... (I)t has been suggested that Shell should pull out of developing nations altogether. The oil would certainly continue flowing. The business would continue operating. The vast majority of the employees would remain in place. But the sound and ethical business practices synonymous with Shell, the environmental investment, and the tens of millions of dollars spent on community programs would all be lost. Again, it's the people of developing-nations that you would hurt. It's easy enough to sit in your comfortable homes in the West, calling for sactions and boycotts against a developing country, but you have to be sure that knee-jerk resctions won't do more arm than good. Some campaigning groups say we should intervene in the political process in developing nations. But even if we could, we must never do so. Politics is the business of government and politicians. The world where companies use their economic influence to prop-up or bring down government would be a frightening and bleak one indeed." (Ha. Ha.)

...And We Thought That Nation-States Were A Bad Idea

"Publicity subsidized! Privately profitable!"
That's the anthem of the upper-tier (the puppetter untouchable).
We focus a moment, nod in aprroval
And bury our heads back in the bar-codes of these neo-colonials
While our former nemesis (ah, the romance!): The nation-state,
Now play fund-raiser for a new brand of power-concentrate.
Try again, but now we're confused - what is "class-war"?
Is this class war? Yes, this is class war.

And I'm just a kid -
I can't believe I gotta worry about this kinda shit!
What a stupid world!
Yeah, this is just beautiful...
No regard for principle.
What a stupid world!

Where's that job land, every knows
And you can tell by the smile of the CEO's
That environmental restraints are about to go.
You can bet that law will be set
To ensure the benefit of unrestricted labour-laws,
All kept in place by displaced government death squads.

They own us - They own us.
They own us - They own us.
They own us - They produce us.
They own us - They consume us.
They own us - They own us.
They own us - They own us.
They own us - They produce us, consume us..

Can you fucking believe this?
What a stupid world.
Fuck this bullshit display of class-loyalties.
The media and "our" leaders wrap up in a flag -
Their fucking shit-rag. Hooray!

I Was A Pre-Teen McCarthyist

At Harold Edward's Elementary
You pay respect to Our God, Our Flag, Our Military.
In grade 3, I had a written composition
About the global threat of communisism.

And I was the luckiest
8-years old McCarthyist
Of 1979:
I spent spring break on the flight-line
Of a base in the Carolinas -
The U.S. version of my dad had signed us,
Signed us in, signed us in.

And 12 years later the Gatling I'd touched that was strapped to the nose of a U.S. A-10,
Separated flesh from bone and honed its' skills on "lesser humans".
And thus confirmed the suspicious earned in the 7 years preceding
About the lies I was told and if the truth be know, I'm probably better off believing
(Well they said I'm better off believing... somehow better off believing).
But how could they do this to me?
Born head first and brought up ankle-deep.

And maybe you're a lot like me -
For 14 years without a choice.
The morning you woke up to realized
That if you jump shit,
You can either swim for shore or drown.
Don't let the fuckers drag you down.

Resisting Tyrannical Government (It's A Dirty Job - But Somebody's Gotta Do It)

Why don't we all strap bombs to our chests
And ride our bikes to the next G-7 picnic?
It seems easier with every clock tick.
But whose will would that represent?
Mine? Yours? The rank-and-file's? Or better yet: the Government

But I don't want to catalyze or synthesize the second Final Solution.
I don't want to be the Steve Smith of the revolution.
D'you see the analogy? We're the Oilers.
The World bank - the Flames!
Two minutes remain in the 7th game of this best of 7 series! Yeah!
Jesus saves! Gretzky scores!
The workers slave. The rich get more.
One wrong move and we risk the cup.
So play the Man, not the puck.

Why don't we plant a mechanical virus and erase the memory
Of the machine that maintain this capitalist dynasty?
And yes, I recognize the irony
The system I oppose affords me the luxury
Of biting the hand that feeds.
That's exactly why priviledged fucks like me
Should feel obliged to whine and kick and scream -
Yeah, until everyone has everything they need.


Wake up coughing, tired, with my face in my hand,
Staring at the window as the sunlight demands action.
All the energy it takes to close these bedroom blinds.
Wrote this selfish sadness on a bathroom wall,
Spent half the span of some lost culture's rise and fall,
But I'm as clueless as a drooling four year old.

Still hoping I might find the capacity - capacity
To let you know I know you're lonely.

So here's the last call for regrets,
A final slow dance through
The days that we hold on to.
Here's the promises I've made,
Tied too tight to undo.
An unwrapped gift from me to you.

Slighlty insane on the 18 North Main,
Reaching for a small town-downtown, night rain,
Nothing I could say be worth saying anyway today.
"Hey, whatever happened to what's that guys name?",
We get a little older and we look the same: askance.
Excuse my falling sense of humour.

Still hoping I might find the capacity - capacity
To let you know that we are lonely.

So here's the last call for regrets,
A final slow dance through
The days that we hold on to.
Here's the promises I've made,
A razor blade, a broken piece of chain.
A history left to rust in the rain.

The Only Good Fascist Is A Very Dead Fascist

Swastikas and Klan-robes.
Sexist, racist, homophobes.
Aryan-Nations and Hammerskins:
You can wear my nuts on your nazi chins!
I love a man in uniform!

(But, uh, before we get too intimate here, big fella):
Just what exactly are the great historical accomplishment of "your" race that make you proud to be white?
Capitalism? Slavery? Genocide? Sitcoms? Guns? War? Pollution? Addiction? NAFTA? Thigh-Master?
This is your fucking white-history, my "friend".
So why don't we start making a history worth being proud of and start fighting the real fucking enemy:
(The white male capitalist supremacist).

Swastikas and Klan-robes.
Sexist, racist, homophobes.
This one's for the "Master Race":
brown-power ass in your white power face!
Kill them all and let a Norse-god sort 'em out!

A People's History Of The World

At some turning point of history
Some fuckface recognized
The nowledge tends to democratize
Cultures and societies.
So the only to do
Was to monopolize and confine it to
Priests, clerics and elites,
The rest resigned to serve,
Cuz if the rabble heard the truth
They'd organized against
The power, priviledge and wealth
Hoarded by the few - for no one else.
Did it occur to you
That it's (almost) exactly the same today.

So if our schools won't teach us,
We'll have to teach ourselves to analyse and understand
The systems of thought-control.
And share it with each other,
Never swayed by brass rings or the threat of penalty.
I'll promise you - you promise me -
Not to sell each other out
To murderers, to thieves...
Who've manufactures our delusion
That you and me participate
Meaningfully in the process
Of running our own lives.

Yeah, you can vote however the fuck you want,
But power still calls all the shots
And believe it or not,
Even if (real) democraty broke loose,
Power (could/would) just "make the economy scream"
Until we vote responsibly.

The State-Lottery

The real prospects for authentic democraty depend on something else, they depend on how the people in the rich and the priviledge society learn some other lessons. For exemple, the lessons that are been taught right now be Mayans in Chiapas, Mexico. They are amongst the most impoverish and opressed sectors in the continent, but onlike us, they have retain a vibrant tradition of liberty and democraty. Traditions that we allowed to slip out of our hands or simply be stolen from us. And unless people in the rich here and other richy privilege society, unless they can recapture and revitalize that tradition, the prospect for democraty (...are not good?!?)

Does it seem strange to you? The confetti. The ballons. The mile-wide grins
And the victory dance to welcome on their heir
To a state of (utter and complete) despair?
Cos it sure seems strange to me:
They're acting like they've won the lottery!
I mean, shouldn't they feel terror at the task that lies ahead:
To feed and house the people that this system's left for dead.
And could I have hit the nail much harder on the head?
It's profit before lives. They are motivated by greed.
First they taught us to depend
On their nation-state to mend
Our tired mind, our broken bones, our bleeding limbs.
But now they've sold off all the splints
And contracted out the tourniquets
And if we jump through hoops then we might just survive.
Is this what we deserve?
To scrub the palace floors?
To fight amongst ourselves?

As we scramble for the crumbs they spit out
Frothing at the mouth about the scapegoats that they've chosen for us.
With every racist pointed finger
I can hear the goose-steps getting closer.
They no longer represent us;
Is it no our obligation
To confront this tyranny?

Refusing To Be A Man

I not gonna try and tell you I'm different from all the rest.
I've been subject to the same de-structure of desire and I've felt the same effects:
I'm a hetero-sexist tragedy.
And potential rapists all are we. Yeah!
But don't tell me this is natural. This is nurturing.
There's a difference between sexism and sexuality.
I had different desires prior to my role-remodelling.
And at six years of age you don't challenge the claims.
You become the same.
(Or withdraw from the game
And hang your head in shame).
I think that's exactly what I did.
I tried to sever the connections
Between me and them.
I fought against their furter attempts to convince a kid that birthright can bestow
The power to yield the subordination of women and do you know
What patricentricity means? I found out just a couple of days/month/years/minutes ago.
It means male values uber alles and hey! Whaddya know...
Sex as been distorted and vilified.
I'm scared of my attraction to body types.
If everything desired is objectified
Then maybe eroticism needs to be redefined.
And I refuse to be a "man".


One Dollar = One Vote!

We vote everytime we purchase something. And some of the candidates are shittier and more deceptive than the slickest and sickest politicians (but just barely). The forces of capitalism control the world economy and therefore control the mostly powerless governments that we in a "democracy" elect. Who did you vote for today? It's generally agreed that large corporations are responsible for much of the pain inflicted on the world today. That's not some conspiracy theory that we just pulled out of our asses - like most of our theories - that's just the way it is. Let's see... slave wages at McDonalds. Environmental destruction courtesy of Shell. A litany of despicable crimes care of the fuckers in the tabacco industry. The brutality of the meat and dairy empires... do I need to go on? What keeps all this shit in business? Why do we keep buying into it? Every stinking day, everywhere we turn, these greedy fucks make sure we are constantly assaulted by images that tell us who we should be, what we should want, how we should look and, of course, what we should buy to fit our spherical bodies and minds into the square receptacles that they have created for us. It's an ideology and it becomes a way of life. It becomes a constant struggle to fulfil ourselves by accumulating and consuming material things that we don't need... or even really want. Our real needs and desires are neglected and repressed, replaced by a false, pre-packaged, reactionary impulse: BUY OR DIE!!! It could be considered a political act to patronize businesses like Taco Bell, 7-11, Safeway, Wal-Mart, Shell, etc... when we give these multinational bag-hairs our money, we are saying, "we support the evil practices of this evil corporation." IS THAT WHAT WE MEAN TO SAY? NO! So what can we do? How can we put our political beliefs into practice? Well, we can stop supporting evil. It isn't hard. In fact, it's the easiest - and one of the most effective - forms of political activism! Whenever and wherever we can, we've got to avoid giving our money to these greedy, sour-parts-shaving corporations and explain to our friends and families why we don't/won't support these kind of businesses anymore. We've got to look around our communities and start supporting local, independently owned and operated food-stores, book-stores, record-stores, restaurants, music-stores, clothing-stores, theatres, hunting-and-fishing supply-stores (ha, ha... just making sure you're still awake!), or any other kinda business you can think of. Just think of what it would be like if we all thought and cared about what we are voting for with our money. We could, dare I say it, change this crappy excuse for a world... or even just a small corner of this crappy excuse for a world: our communities! We could, we can, we must make a real difference!

Religion? No, Thanks.

Religion is an impulse to explain. A natural impulse that everyone has and everyone grapples with. It's an impulse that, sadly and ironically, has been exploited to convinced people to take actions that defy and demean that impulse. The exploiters are (fuck - not these guys again!) the ruling elite of nearly every society, in every era, and ours is no exception. It's not hard to understand the false sense of comfort and security of faith that religion provides. Alot of us have been throught it and can understand how hard it can be to shake the grip of dogma. Religious dogma, which is a set of rules, is a tool used by people in power to keep other people powerless, and to coerce them into serving the interests of the powerful. History is flooded with examples of religion used to defend and promote most of humanity's dumbest moves. Like genocide: the holocaust and the anihilation of the world's indigenous populations. Like war: from the beginning of "civilization" to the Gulf War and beyond. Like prejudice: the continued subjugation of women in all of the major religions. Like poverty: as a tool of capitalism, religion has taught the poor to accept injustice. Probably the worst effect of religion has on us is its' ability to create divisions so remarkably deep that people will kill for them. Fuck, scratch at any major conflict in the world today and just beneath the skin of diplomacy and territorial demends you will find a fundamentalist, bloodthirsty form of one or more organized religion. Many "progressive" people involved in religions believe they can work within their religious institutions to change them for the better. It's an understandable desire - we all work within institutions to some extend, but it's kinda dumb in the same way that the Catholic Church's motivation for wanting to feed the hungry is kinda dumb: their writings and dogma tell them to. Shouldn't they be motivated by simply knowing that feeding the hungry is the right thing to do?? People indoctrinated in religions (including the religions of ideology... not mentioning any names), seems to believe that a moral code cannot exist outside of their institution. It can and it does. We have the ability (and the duty!) to do the right thing without the rhetoric of dogmas, the threat of hierarchies or the fear of some old coot in a beard firing a fucken lightning bolt at our sinful, hairy, zitty little asses. The saddest thing about religion is what is lost. Religion, or more accurately, I suppose, the appropriators and exploiters of religion, have taken our purest impulses of solidarity, compassion, celebration of the wonder and mystery of our lives, and turned them against us. This, most of all, is why I reject: so that I can reclaim these impulses for the causes they deserve... love and justice.

Animals Are Not Biological Machines

If you listen to the words of a couple of theses songs, you may sense that there's a problem in the relation between humyns and other-than-humyns animals. And it's a social justice issue, as real as racism, sexism and homophobia. In fact, it's the same problem. Oppressive power structures and the institutions and people that control them disenfranchise and exploit vulnerable individuals. The exploited lose their inherent value; they become of value only so far as they are useful to the dominant group. Their right to choice and self-determination are ridiculed, dismissed and subordinated to the wants and whims of the dominators. So what are we talking about? We're talking about women (wimmin!), workers, people of colour, gays, lesbians, children - and animals. Exploitation and disrespect us the same tools to turn individuals into commodities: in the sex trade, child-labour, wage-labour, slavery and the meat/dairy industry. Alot of us make up rules of dealing with the world and with others: we set up arbitrary moral boundaries. Some exclude wimmin; some draw lines that exclude gays and lesbians; some draw lines around anyone who's not familiar. Most of os draw lines between us and animals. So their lives and needs, their loves and fears all become slabs of meat on the table. Or a "medical" tool. Or a pair of shoes. Or a "pet". BUT IT'S ONLY CONVENTION THAT TELLS US TO EAT AND USE ANIMALS. It's not reason, or need, or anything but outright greed. We have to challenge these customs just as we challenge discrimation on the basis of gender, race, age or sexual orientation. Because it's all the same bill of goods that the power elite want us to accept. Put it this way: if you can make a case for eating hamburger, you can make a case to defend rape, gay-bashing and white-supremacy. Arbitrary ethical boundaries don't work for the individuals on the other side. Social justice is about stopping brutality and extending consideration to the inherent value of others. By not eating meat and dairy, and not wearing animals for clothing, you aknowledge that animals are complex, thinking, feeling individuals who are denied choices and fondamental freedoms just to feed the greed of human beings. And you deny the system that tells you everything's value is in whether it can be bought or sold. You can strike back even more deeply: by joining or forming an animal-liberation organization, you're throwing the garbage that society calls "decency" and "respactable morals" right back in its fucking face. And even if some twisted chunks of tortured muscle will swing over a slaughterhouse killing floor, your voice on the streets is a voice the animals didn't have before. Bacause society doesn't listen to the voices of the oppressed - unless someone stands up and shouts back!

Countries Are Dumb

So yeah, for thousands and thousands of years, we lived in tribes running around humpin' and pickin' berries all day (sigh). But fast-forward a millennia or two and humans have somehow managed to divide the globe into a bunch of politicized geographic units called "nation-states". Yes, another wonderful facet of our technological and social advancement during the evolution of this, the most asinine of asinine race. Here, inside of our nations, we are taught to identify with our fellow country-persons on the basis of similarities in the cultural heritage, linguistic patterns, ethnic relationships and/or geographical proximity. And with each nation, we get a state: the final and ultimate authority through which the government and all of its' component parts operate. And this, the nation-state, become the focal point of many-an-identity. I am an individual human, but I become "Canadian". Not "Mexican". Not "Australian". Not "Nigerian". Weird, no? The whole world has become cut and divided. How convenient for the few who occupy the ultra-powerful spots in the class of the economic elites: governments to rule, laws to create, cultures to oppress, people to exploit, identities to inject through its' media outlets and systems of education. So we're all kept dumb to what's going on. Sure, we have certain "freedoms" in our nation-states... like chosing between Coke and Pepsi! Or between Baywatch and Cops! Or if we want to be factory workers or department store managers or teachers or waste-disposal engineers! We presuppose that the nation-state acts in terms of the "national interest". And surprise, surprise! "National interest" becomes a defence of the existence of the nation-state and of the way it operates. So-called "national interest" is more than just partly responsible for the continuation and regeneration of the system that exists on exploitation and the fucking over of the human rights. "National interest" is the justification for crap like Operation Desert Storm, the war on Aboriginals, NAFTA, the decimation of the environment, racist immigration policies or, say, the massive nuclear arms arsenal just a two-hour drive south or our city. So when some flag-waving patriot tells us to "love it or leave it!", because we're critical of "our", or any other nation-state's foreign/domestic policies, I feel like snippin' off me plums and hangin' up me Chomsky Reader! Ha.ha..ha....ha........ha.............ha...................sigh.

Uppity Wimmin Unite!

Most of us meet the concept of feminism in very personnal places, which may be why so many of us initially act so strongly against it. Yeah. It requires us to examine the forces that have shaped who and why we are, and then requires us to challenge those forces and change. Change can be hard. Hell, change can be fucking terrifying - espacially when it means examining the foundation of our culture and finding that it's rotten, built on shifting sands of fear and hatred (not bad, eh?). The war on women (wimmin!) is one of the longest and bloodiest ever, and its' soldiers are you and I. We participate every day with our words, our eyes, our thoughts and our actions. Everytime we reduce women to body parts, everytime we marginalize, patronize, or objectify women, we are participating in slaughter, and almost everything around us encourages us to do so. Every form of media is enlisted to keep us convinced that women should remain oppressed and that "they like it that way". The ideas planted in the deepest parts of our person by television, advertising and pornography all tell us that hatred is acceptable. Entire lives and eras and systems of thought have been dedicated to convincing us that it is. IT'S NOT. Duh. Feminism is located at the crossroads of all human prejudice. It is espacially concerned with issues of class. We live in a society that requires poverty because desperate, exploitable labour-pools mean more profits for capitalism's asshole elites. Poverty's first target is women: women who make up the majority of sweat-shop labour around the world, women who must feed their children, women who have little our no control over their reproductive lives. So until there's economic justice, there won't be gender justice. Affirmative action in the work-place is important, but real justice will never be gained solely by women becoming a part of the corporate elite. As the great feminist poet, Audre Lorde, said: "The master's tools will not dismantle the master's house." FEMINISM IS IN EVERYONE'S BEST INTEREST. Go look at your record collection. Your television. Your bookshelf. What do you see there. If you're like me, chances are that between 75 and 100 percent of the artistic expression you consume is made by white, heterosexual, middle to upper-class males. Maybe we should be asking ourselves: AREN'T WE BEING CHEATED?? White heterosexual middle-class make up a minuscule portion of the people on this planet! Think of all the emotions and thoughts we're missing! The incredible variety of voices that are lost due to our society's sexism! Feminism's primary concern is social justice, and wrapped up in that concern is the potential of every individual to be more complete, more informed and, well... happy! Knowledge - cliché, but true - is our greatest weapon (besides Jord's ass). Why do you think that we aren't encouraged to explore and experience dissenting perspectives in our school? Knowledge has got to include self-knowledge, because an understanding of the sexist shit that has been buried deep within us is the crucial first step we've got to take towards justice between genders. We've gotta try to understand  ourselves well enough to have the courage and self-confidence to confront the blatant and subtle forms of sexism that we experience everyday. We have to be able to look into the eyes of that asshead who just told a misogynist joke and say, "look, tough-guy, I know you're afraid, but what you're scared of is inside of you. You don't have to be afraid anymore." You have the power to make that choice.

Silence = Death!

Homophobia is the irrational fear of feelings of love for member's of one's own sex and therefore, the hatred of those feelings in others. Heterosexism is the moronic belief in the inherent superiority of one pattern of loving and thereby, its' right to dominance. Yep. You guessed it. It's the same old shit and it smells an awful lot like the stench of sexism, speciesism and racism: Group A claims to have a natural right to dominance and/or exploit Group B. Gee, what else is new? Well, it's a different pile this time, in the sense that Group B isn't necessarily defined by race or gender, but specifically by sexual orientation... a definition that offers a wide variety of social penalities to anyone perceived as gay or lesbian. So we learn to fear the apperance of homosexuality and spend a great deal of our lives locking ourselves into rigid, "acceptable" gender-based roles, stifling our self-expression and "proving" our heterosexuality to our friends, families, peers and co-workers. So what do we end up with? Well... a whole culture of paranoid heterosexuals, ranging in homophobic diversity from tolerance (as if homosexuality is a phase, duh), to acceptance (as if homosexuality is something to be accepted or rejected instead of appreciated and nurtured), to pity and, finally, to outright repulsion. That's what we end up with. Is that what we want? Do we really want to spend our lives trying to prove our sexuality? Let's stop living fear, for fuck sakes! Stop gay-bashing! Love who you want! Love how you want! HOMOPHOBES FUCK OFF!

Harrison Jord, aka George Dread, aka Gas -- drums & vocals.
Johnny John John Johnny John Shabadoo -- bass & vocals.
Pete -- vocals & guitars.

Recorded in January 1996 at the very haunted Razor's Edge, S.F.

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