Punk Is Not Dead. Punk Will Only

In 1965, My Father Was Just Twirling The Dial Of The Radio To Find Something That Would Make Me Go To Sleep, And As Soon As I Heard Rock And Roll There Was No Stopping Me. It Was During The Height Of Beatlemania And The British Invasion, But I Gravitated Toward The Harder, Heavier Music Going On Then, You Know, The Early Rolling Stones, The Good Rolling Stones, And Paul Revere And The Raiders, Who Don't Get The Credit They Deserve For Spearheading The American '60s Garage Sound.

I Got Turned On To Rock Music Almost By Mistake When I Was Seven Years Old.

What I'm Getting At Is, You Know, If We Really Want To Get Serious About Helping All The People Living In The Street And Getting People Jobs, We Could Just Hire Half The People In The Country To Spy On The Other Half.

Even The Most Bush-happy, Flag Suckling Jack-arse Knows Deep-down Inside That Something Is Wrong. America Is Over And Everyone Knows It. The New World Order Has A Dying Empire Odor And Changing The Channel Ain't Going To Make This Go Away.

Respecting Other People's Cultures Is Well And Good, But I Draw The Line At Where Some Branches Of Islam, What They Do To Women. It's Indefensible.