Bunchofuckingoofs: Canadian

“Alcoholiday Turned Alcoholocaust“;
‘There’s No Solution – So There’s No Problem‘ (1986)

Punk Lost Its Way When It Stopped Believing…

… we were all going to die tomorrow. I grew up knowing tomorrow was never coming… so, where’s the Atomic Bomb I was promised? Because nobody ever trained me for what forever was going to feel like. For the first eighteen years of my life I was raised to be prepared for the bombs to fall… but the fucking things never came. Another eighteen years later and I’m getting pretty tired of waiting so somebody better start pushing some fucking buttons soon because I am definitely not prepared to wait another eighteen fucking years for there to be no tomorrows.

Todays activists keep moaning aboot how we’ll be held accountable by The Children Of Tomorrow, but no generation ever holds the previous one to account. No one is to blame except those living in today’s bombed out village or industrial wasteland: “I didn’t break it, it was broke when I walked into the room, and I’m not picking it up because I had nothing to do with breaking it.” After all, the survivors must be to blame otherwise why would they be punished for living there in the first place? No one is ever held accountable therefore everyone is both blamed and blameless. There must be consequences, we must start penalizing retroactively. We must start beating the elderly more often and with more gusto. Bats. We should all have bats.

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