Do the bottom of your boots have the blood of another man or just the dirt from the streets of the city you live in?
I want to meet all the punk kids who whine about scene unity, yet don't come out and support the bands who put on great shows for them and everyone else to hang out at. I want to meet the people who talk badly about cops as if they're not human beings capable of individual thought or having individual personalities. I also want to meet the people who arrogantly and sarcastically refer to servicemen as "poor little enlisted boys" while they sit safe and sound in their houses being pacifists. I want to meet all the people who think that being a bigot is okay, despite that they aren't one themselves, just because they don't have the balls to take a stand on an issue. I want to meet David Trimble. I want to meet the fucker who wrote The Safety Dance. Oh yeah, I also want to meet Carrot Top.
And in case you haven't figured it out yet, I want to meet these people in a parking lot with my 5' of tow chain in hand.
Punk, Ska, Oi!, Rockabilly, Psychobilly, 80s Rock, Irish Folk/Rock, Blues, Swing/Big Band... and if you don't dig Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, and Bobby Darin...you need to step on a landmine.
B-Horror, Good Horror, Action/Adventure, Gangster and the occassional Comedy.
Fuck television.
Non-fiction, Historical and Historical Fiction. Current read: Lion of Ireland by Morgan Llewellyn.
How many soldiers march and die under the blanket of democracy while the rich man's sons conveniently go to Ivy League Universities?