fuckyeahpropagandhi: Archive

fuckyeahpropagandhi

September 2009

70 posts

There was nothing remotely romantic about it. No hand-me-down sob-stories, either nurtured or genetic. So what was so goddamn important that i felt i had to shelve each and every one of my convictions? Secured and mutually reassured of our consistency. But your defence rejects what (you claim) you believe. Because what the fuck is so sociable about animal-confinement and torture, union busting,...

Resisting Tyrannical Government

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’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...

We spoke our minds too clearly. We assumed fundamental rights were inherent not as pawns but humyns. I do not require a gauge for freedom of speech cuz I never asked to be a citizen. I never have and never will pledge allegiance. Waking up each morning with confusion in my eyes. The wind is biting through to wave “hello”. Seeing my reflection, an exterior of lies. I hope this...

Ladies Night In Loserville

Drains her fifth and spits out a greek translation. She slurs “how much more bullshit you got left? Cuz you been feeding me this crap about ‘free speech’ and ‘thought-police’ like I’m supposed to sit and swoon”. It takes three more rounds till the subject changes and in that time she lays it down: “Fuck Larry Flynt and any campaign to silence women...

Bringer Of Greater Things

Look at our collection of hands, heads and feet to see where we’ve been. Embrace this parody: the ending of things you can believe. We’ll drive you ‘til you’re skin and bones and when we finally reach the end, you’ll fall into our open arms, accept our tears of sympathy. Make way for our emptiness. A descent that never ends ‘til the one last living thing is the...

Purina Hall Of Fame

Sleeping masters roused to burning homes from beds. Steeping toddlers plucked from their watery deaths: ribbons, plaques and soft-soap are the ephemeral rewards paid to the slaves whose selfless acts accord a higher value to their masters, while parting gifts (bolt pistols) console the rest. The remainder. Too bad the tributes paid to lives that relegate these thrones to lives spent valuing the...

Pigs Will Pay (All Cops Are Bad, You Know)

Thought, word and deed once sloganeered, a reaction undefined, the battle-hymn, the mantra of a once unfocused mind. but as logic tempered anger, still inspired but now informed, the ‘pigs’ we’d turned to caricature became far worse than we’d warned, morality enforcement based on the interests of a state, coerced into concordance and threatened into place, it’s not...

March Of The Crabs

We stood our ground waiting for the fight to begin. My eyes squinted at the sun, wondering if they’d swing or run. I tell no lie: jackknives in socks, they’re all gonna die. Tensions rise. Pre-pubes swarm the hill like flies. Get the caskets ready, we’re going to tear right through this city. That’s if the anger don’t, that’s if the boredom don’t, the...

Well when I’ve had enough, I’ll get a pick-up truck and I’ll drive away. I’ll take my last ten bucks just as far as it will go. Ahh sometimes I’m easily fooled, I take a painful step and I get knocked back two. I do all I can and it’s all I can do, but I’m true. And if I had the choice I’d take the voice I got Cause it was hard to find. You know...

Nailing Descartes To The Wall/(Liquid) Meat Is...

I speak outside what is recognized as the border between “reason” and “insanity”. But I consider it a measure 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...

White, Proud And Stupid

He’s a good boy, he loves his mamma. he loves jesus and his country too. he’s a good boy, working class white male. loves violence and his dumb girlfriend too. and that’s enough to make me… that’s enough to make me sick! i am white, proud and stupid, i am much smarter than you kid cuz you don’t know what’s right, you’re black instead of white and you...

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 communism. And I was the luckiest 8-year 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 in. And 12 years later, the Gatling I’d touched that was...

Four more years of War is Peace, Ignorance is Strength and Slavery is Freedom. Four more. May all your interventions be “Humanitarian”. Four more years of pay-to-play politics, power and influence. Four more years of legalized bribery and served corporate interests. Vote for tweedle-dum or tweedle-dee And a framework of debate narrowed for you courtesy Of the ultra-rich and a...

I Would Very Much Like To See What Happened In Oka...

The best thing i ever saw on tv was that s.q. (securite quebec) cop catching a bullet with his teeth. condolence, madame canadiana, but your husband was a fucking (stuck) pig. but this song’s not about some romantic account of history. it’s not about martyrs or mythos or heroes or burnings-in-effigy. it’s about a native kid flipping her lid just trying to keep some self-respect...

Mate Ka Moris Ukun Rasik An

Dickheads shit-talk huddled and single-file. First-world frat-boys and prairie skinheads who will never walk a mile or mourn a murdered friend in this tiny woman’s shoes. Drink up and mumble your abuse. I’m still humbled by it all: around the same time that i was riding with no hands, busting windows and getting busy behind the sportsplex (with Labonte’s older sister decked out...

The Funeral Procession

The funeral procession passed by here today, confusion and questions left strewn in its wake. But I feel like I knew his pain. or mechanical failure while enduring the norm, some of us fracture, others simply deform and lose their elasticity never to return to the shape they were. I wonder which is worse. I try to keep my composure amidst the insanity. Resigned to the truth that I will not...

Fedallah's Hearse

As so many practiced diplomats, so too your vaunted laureates, whose access to the higher rungs of a cultural priesthood is hinged upon their flat for sophistry. Well, I vote you the best equipped to shrink from speech that might suggest any thoughts your key target-market might not have already signed-off on and ratified. And I vote you most likely to clutter your language with so much deadwood...

Degrassi Jr. High Dropouts

Wake up in the morning feeling fucking burnt out, shit i got to go to school, don’t think i can make, don’t think i can take it. What the fuck am i going to do besides doing hot-knives in home-ec and dropping acid in phys-ed? Wait! Nil that narc is staring at me, time to my stash out back, where we’ll playing games with real guns, selling dope to grade ones. C’mon kid...

The State Lottery

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 that 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 liberty and...

Interview with Chris Hannah

As usual, it’s been a long time coming, but veteran Punk rockers Propagandhi are hot off the press after just having finished recording and announcing their eagerly awaited new record, Supporting Caste (Smallman, 2009). Fiercely political, and with the powers of shred to back it up, the band have been a staple of the scene for nearly two decades now but show no sign of slowing down. With the...

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

“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 of these 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...

Fuck The Border

A friend of mine dropped me a line, it said, “man, I gotta run to the USA. I got no money, got no job.” She skipped out of Mexico to stay alive. You’ve got a problem with her living here, but what did you do to help her before she fucking came? What did the country do? What did the people do? I stand not by my country, but by people of the whole fucking world. No fences, no...

America's Army (Die Jugend Marschiert)

Die Jugend marschiert mit frohem Gesang bei Sonnenschein und Regen; die Jugend marschiert mit sieghaftem Drang dem großen Ziel entgegen. Wir stürmen die Welt, geh’n fest unser’n Schritt wer jung ist der fügt sich freilich mit, die Jugend marschiert, kein Pfad ist zu steil, dem Siege entgegen zu eil’n. Sieg Heil! “Welcome to the offices of Economic and Manpower...

Homophobes Are Just Mad Cuz They Can't Get Laid

Nothing I can say will change your little mind. It’s your clique and right or wrong you won’t be left behind, but you’re weak. Equality’s your trip when all your friends agree, but freedom’s just not hip when it’s of sexuality, so you hate. I hope I live to see the day when your sexually repressed hatred is finally washed away. It seems that...

Middle Finger Response

Bowl of cherries in Waskasoo Creek. A sylvan way of life for those who seek none beyond a parkland mall. This land scape oasis now feigns city hall. And they call this peace. Not how it seems to me. Sugar-coated disease. Buckle at the knees. Your members of parliament lining their garments With hides of the masses (their heads stuck up their asses). Bald little soldiers, flags sewn to...