"Pop and Punk culture rolled over and died some time ago. Some people actually still think Marilyn Manson is scary (or makes sense), that the punk of today has anything to do rebellion, that is a good thing that you can buy McDonalds in Prague, that movies are somehow relevant to our lives..

Television is our stage and our anesthetic. Real life happens on television in preference to our homes and streets. People resolve their relationships on freak show chat shows, instead of in living rooms, or bed, or even bars.

And it breaks. Rupert Murdock beams his crap into Asia, kids are taught that Z is pronounced ZEE by stupid looking furry cartoon animals, and all of the sudden, world cultures become the monoculture, the same conversation, the same clothes, the same show.

And, all over the world, one by one, we quit fighting it. We sit and we put the book we're reading down and laugh at the people on reality TV, snigger at Britney Spears, get out news managed for us by CNN and Fox News, and suddenly we're like all the rest. We're in cultural lockstep, taking holidays in other's people misery, asking for our stinking badges, dead heads nodding over phosphordot fixes."

Remember getting angry? Remember waking up in the morning and looking out at this plastic MTC soundtracked world we seem to have agree to exist in and getting pissed off?

Remember revolution? Remember that spark, that snarl, and scheme, and screaming the way we are suppose to? How about ranting and railing gains the dying of the light the way people should?

"I saw the best minds of my generation, destroyed by madness.."