Less Talk, More Rock

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
Better yet: the government's? 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. do you see the analogy? we're the oilers
World bank- the flames! and just 2 minutes remain in the 7th game of the best of 7 series! yeah, jesus saves! gretzky scores! the workers slave. the rich get more. one wrong move and we risk th
. so play the man, not the puck. why don't we plant a mechanic virus and erase the memory of the machines that maintain this capitalist dynasty? and yes, i recognize the irony that the very syst
Oppose affords me the luxury of biting the hand that feeds. but that's exactly why priviledged fucks like me should feel obliged to whine and kick and scream- until everyone has everything they

Wake up, coughing, tired, with my face in my hands, 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 b
Om 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 to let you know i know you're lonely. s
E's the last call for regrets, a final slow dance through the days that we all hold on to. here's the promises i've made, tied too tight to undo. an unwrapped gift from me to you. all the slight
Sane on the 18 north main, reaching for a small-town downtown, night rain, nothing i could say could be worth saying anyway today. like "hey, whatever happened to what's that guys' name?&qu
We get a little older and it looks the same: askance. excuse my failing sense of humour. here's the promises i've made; a razor blade and this broken piece of chain. a history left to rust out i
Rain.

("clear thinking in troubled times": winnipeg free press, nov 21st, 1995) "people have the right to the truth. unvarnished. even uncomfortable. but never subjugated to a cause, ho
Noble or well-meaning. they have the right to clear thinking. slogans, boycotts and protests don't offer answers... (i)t has been suggested that shell should pull out of developing nations alto
R. 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 synonym
Ith 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
Enough to sit in your comfortable homes in the west, calling for sanctions and boycotts against a developing country. but you have to be sure that knee-jerk reactions won't do more harm than go
Ome campaigning groups say that we should in
Tervene in the political process in developing nations. but even if we could, we must never do so. politics is the business of governments and politicians. the world where companies use their ec
C influence to prop up or bring down governments would be a frightening and bleak one indeed."(ha. ha.)

The now the real prospects for authentic democracy depend on something else. they depend on how the people in the rich and priveliged societies learn some other lessons. for example the lessons
Are being taught right now like the mayans in chiapas, mexico. they are among the most impoverished and oppressed sectors in the continent. but unlike us they retain a vibrant tradition of liber
D democracy. a tradition that we've allowed to slip out of our hands or has been stolen from us. and unless people here in the rich and privileged society, unless they can recapture and revitali
At tradition, the prospects for democracy are indeed dim.
Does it seem strange to you? the confetti. the balloons. the mile-wide grins and the victory dance to welcome in the heir to a state of (utter and complete) disrepair? because it sure seems stra
O me: they're acting like they won the fucking 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
Hit the nail much harder on the head? it's profits before lives. they are motivated by greed. first they taught us to depend on their nation-states to mend our tired minds, our broken bones, ou
Eding 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 flo
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 go
Teps getting closer. they no
Longer represent us so is it not our obligation to confront this tyranny?

Our cities seem to function quite the same: sweeping ghettos under one big rug makes them easier to contain, so the upper-middle class can sleep (or shop in peace) and convince themselves that &
Trickle-down" will solve this poverty. yes, murderers walk our streets and their weapons are their pens, desks, policies and p.r. campaigns (fed by the spoils of war) against the "lazy
Ftless" populations of the poor. this system cannot be reformed... (so how about we try something different?)

"publicly subsidized! privately profitable!" that's the anthem of the upper-tier (the puppeteer untouchable). we focus a moment, nod in approval and bury our head back in the bar-codes
Hese neo-colonials while our former nemesis (ah, the romance!): the nation-state, now plays fund-raiser for a new brand of power-concentrate. try again, but now we're confused- what is "cla
R"? is this class war? yes, this is class war. and i'm just a kid- i can't believe that i gotta worry about this kind of shit! what a stupid world! yeah, this is just beautiful... absolutel
Regard for principle. what a stupid world. (we're): 1) born 2) hired 3) disposed! where that job lands, everybody knows and you can tell by the smile on the ceo's that the environmental restrain
E about to go. you can bet that laws will be set to ensure the benefit of unrestricted labor-laws (all kept in place by displaced government death squads). they own us. they produce us. they con
Us. can you fucking believe this? what a stupid w
Orld. fuck this bullshit display of class-loyalties. the media and "our" leaders wrap it all up in a flag- their fucking shit-rag. hooray!