Bicycles etc.

I don’t believe in guilty pleasures. If you fucking like something, like it. That’s what’s wrong with our generation: that residual punk rock guilt, like, “You’re not supposed to like that. That’s not fucking cool.” Don’t fucking think it’s not cool to like Britney Spears’ “Toxic.” It is cool to like Britney Spears’ “Toxic”! Why the fuck not? Fuck you! That’s who I am, goddamn it! That whole guilty pleasure thing is full of fucking shit.

Dave Grohl   (via bootykhaleesi)

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Britain's royal family: cut this anti-democratic dynasty out of politics →

Far from uniting the country, the monarchy’s role is seen as illegitimate and offensive by millions of its citizens, and entrenches hereditary privilege at the heart of public life. While British governments preach democracy around the world, they preside over an undemocratic system at home with an unelected head of state and an appointed second chamber at the core of it.

Meanwhile celebrity culture and a relentless public relations machine have given a new lease of life to a dysfunctional family institution, as the X Factor meets the pre-modern. But instead of rising above class as a symbol of the nation, as its champions protest, the monarchy embodies social inequality at birth and fosters a phonily apolitical conservatism.

If the royal family were simply the decorative constitutional adornment its supporters claim, punctuating the lives of grateful subjects with pageantry and street parties, its deferential culture and invented traditions might be less corrosive. But contrary to what is routinely insisted, the monarchy retains significant unaccountable powers and influence. In extreme circumstances, they could still be decisive.

Preach!  I was so disappointed yesterday that The Guardian ran the ‘royal baby’ story as their front cover instead of, you know, real news.

I was almost in tears when there was so much attention and adulation over one child in Britain. This one child that is so highly privileged and will never want for anything; a child that will never have to worry about how they will eat that week or whether or not they will be safe when they get home from school; when there are so many children in Britain that need that attention, need that sort of safety and stability.

Then not only are the royal family paid to do fuck all; they also want to run the country in secret too? That’s not a democracy. 

Fuck the monarchy. Fuck Prince Charles and his fucking letters. Fuck the rich white conservatives. Fuck this corrupt fucking system. 


Music on the Bones

When vinyl was scarce various underground retailers sought out alternatives. One such alternative was to print music on old discarded x-rays they recovered from the Soviet hospital. The result was a flimsy disk with ghostly images of rib cages and broken limbs imprinted on the plastic.