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  • The long awaited debut LP from NYC’s FLOWER “Hardly A Dream” is finally set to arrive.

    FLOWER’s tedious approach to writing/creating/drawing their debut LP was carefully thought out and the result is a monumental anarcho punk /crust record. 

    “Hardly A Dream” Takes us on a bleak journey through the dark side of society. As soon as you drop the needle a dark atmosphere is immediately created with a slow intro featuring arpeggio guitar work that builds into pummeling d-beat crust. The albums vocals then leave you with a feeling of being crushed by the ever-present weight of living through our modern world of late stage capitalism that was built on the falsehoods of the so called American dream, religious hypocrisy’s, nationalism, and the greed of humankind. 

    FLOWER take many cues from predecessors and are most often (and rightfully so) compared to NAUSEA but they also take a heavy influence from ANTISECT, SACRILEGE & other greats. The artwork has a very RUDIMENTARY PENI feel and the record comes with an amazing 24.5 X 34.75 CRASS style poster jacket. All art work was meticulously hand drawn and overseen by the guitarist Willow in true DIY style and spirit. Willow was also cool enough to draw up a special shirt for the record release featuring an alternative PROFANE EXISTENCE backprint!

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    FLOWER will be on tour from January 2nd to the 13th

    2nd New Brunswick

    3rd Asheville

    4th Greenville

    5th Birmingham

    6th New Orleans

    7th Hattiesburg

    9th Gainesville

    10th Atlanta

    11th Durham

    12th Richmond

    13th Philadelphia 

    PO BOX 7903 PITTSBURGH PA 15216

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  • Finally, the third LP from AGNOSY has arrived! 

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    Dark, heavy, galloping crust from the streets of London. AGNOSY is back to present us with a ferocious beast of an album that can only be forged by the anger and frustration of living in today’s world. “When Daylight Reveals The Torture” aggressively attacks evils such the current rise of fascism and animal abuse. It intelligently and passionately touches on the Afrin invasion and the revolution in Rojava and shows nothing but utter disgust toward the arrogance of humankind’s lust for greed and power that will inevitably lead us down paths of war and environmental devastation.

    AGNOSY – Live at SCUMFEST in London. 2011

    While lyrically AGNOSY are much more politicly straight forward this time around than on previous releases, musically they have expanded on their sound to create a dark and moody atmosphere while at the same time staying crust as fuck. To say they know what they are doing would be an understatement from this band of vets whose members have played in HIATUS, HEALTH HAZARD, and BEGINNING OF THE END.

    Long galloping intros are followed up by traditional d-beat, fierce solo’s are then meet with vicious vocals and pulverizing bass in a brilliant recording captured by Lewis Johns at The Ranch Production House and was mastered by Brad Boatright at Portland’s legendary Audiosiege. We then pressed on deluxe heavyweight 150-gram vinyl,  printed on reverse board jackets, and included an 11in x 22in gatefold insert to bring you a high quality and truly epic record.  

    Click this link to buy AGNOSY “When Daylight Reveals the Torture” Vinyl

    Click this link Stream or Download from our BANDCAMP page

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  • The legendary crust classic is now available once again!

    Authorized and released in cooperation with MISERY, S.D.S., & MCR Japan & Remastered by Jack Butcher at Enormous Door Studio we are beyond proud to make one one the most rare and sought after crust records available  once again.

    Fuck the scavengers charging punks exuberant amounts of cash on ebay and discogs. We worked meticulously with both bands and with Jack at Enormous door to bring you an updated version that kicks major audio ass while maintaining the original authenticity. 

    Released on deluxe 150 gram vinyl. With an 11×11 inner sleeve. Black Paper Jacket. Reverse Board Jacket.

    Feel free to Stream or Download at our Bandcamp page – HERE

    Buy a physical copy of the Vinyl from our webstore – HERE

    Check out Terminal Sound Nuisance for an outstanding review of the original LP. The review gives insight on not only the music but the records long lasting impact on crust music and why it remains so important to this day. – http://terminalsoundnuisance.blogspot.com/2013/06/misery-sds-pain-in-suffering-future.html
    S.D.S.
    MISERY

    Earlier this year we re-issued this legendary LP and sold over 950 copies in just 4 short months. For this second pressing we pressed 490 copies on Krystal Clear & 485 on Grey Vinyl with Black Mist.

    Crystal Clear (Bullet belt no included)
    Grey With Black Mist (Bullet belt no included)
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  • Stench crust the way it was meant to be played!

    The UK crust scene of the 1980’s inspired band after band but no other band has ever reincarnated the sound of that time as well as SWORDWIELDER. Quite simply if you like crust, then this the album you have waited decades for.

    Package includes- 
    LP pressed on deluxe 150-gram vinyl. 
    Reverse board jacket 
    Printed inner sleeve 
    11×17 poster

    Stream album for free or download for a small fee here – https://profaneexistence.bandcamp.com/album/swordwielder-system-overlord-lp

    Buy Vinyl here – https://profaneexistence.bandcamp.com/album/swordwielder-system-overlord-lp

    Review by Craig Hayes from “Your Last Rites”… 
    Swordwielder – System Overlord 
    Heavyweight punk fanatics take note: System Overlord is a fucking triumph. The long-awaited sophomore album from Gothenburg stenchcore band Swordwielder is a brooding behemoth, constructed from the filthiest and heftiest strains of punk and metal. System Overlord shimmers with apocalyptic visions, and it’s overflowing with all the grim atmospherics and intimidating intensity that defines consummate crushing crust.

    Too much hype? No way… And no apologies, either. Swordwielder deal in definitive stenchcore on System Overlord, and much like their full-length debut, 2013’s Grim Visions of Battle, the band’s latest release is a knockout. Swordwielder’s harsh, gruff and dark sound owes a significant debt to old school icons like Amebix, Axegrinder, Deviated Instinct, and Antisect, and they mix and mangle their influences and leave ’em to rot on the battlefield.

    Plenty of hammering rage drives System Overlord tracks like “Violent Revolution,” “Savage Execution” and “Cyborgs,” and thundering epics like “Corrupt Future” and “Northern Lights” exhibit subtler strengths, mixing guttural growls and clean vocals with crashing percussion and dirge-laden riffs. Connoisseurs of corpse-dragging crust will love the brute-force belligerence of “Absolute Fear,” “Nuclear Winter,” and “Second Attack,” which rain down like merciless mortar barrages. As a rule, all of System Overlord‘s mammoth tracks chug and churn with grinding muscle, while reeking of squalor and decay.

    Swordwielder exudes tightly coiled aggression from start to finish here—songs rise from the ashes of desolation, and resounding calls for action and resistance ring loud. If you’re a fan of heavy-hitters like Fatum, War//Plague, Carnage, Zygome, Cancer Spreading or (insert your favorite hefty crust crew here), System Overlord‘s trampling tempo and strapping sound are bound to appeal.

    Crust profane existence swordwielder
  •  We are happy to announce our next new release

    WILT – “Self Titled” 

    WILT combine old school metal and crust in a perfect hybrid that very few others have ever achieved. Prepare for a LP thats equal parts galloping d-beat crust reminiscent of bands like HELLSHOCK, and INSTINCT OF SURVIVAL, meets old school death metal in the vein of BOLT THROWER, MEMORIAM (old) SEPULTURA.

     

    Here is a track from the upcoming LP

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    “Sermon for the Bootlickers”

    Despite the inculcation of helplessness within each there remains great power. Ill at ease with such makes us ill. Learn to see the hand that feeds for what it is. You’ve been fooled if you think you’ve got no power. Refuse to be reduced to a consumer you’re a human being. Define yourself by more than wealth. Define yourself as a human. You don’t need what you’re being sold. Bend your knee to no authority but your own mind. You have the power to avoid the gilded trap. Avarice is what you’re conditioned for. Break the mold discover what’s really valuable to you. 

    WILT will be on in Europe this July / August will ELECTROZOMBIES From Chile

    Wed, July 12 Hanover / Germany / Confirmed
    Thu, July 13 Bremen  
    Fri, July 14 Mulhem / Germany / Confirmed  
    Sat, July 15 Gent, Belgium / CrustPicnic / Confirmed
    Sun, July 16 Paris / France or Amsterdam / Nederland  
    July 18 North-East France or West Germany 
    July 19 Freiburg / Germany TBC 
    July 20 Winterthur / Switzerland 
    Fri, July 21 Zurich / Switzerland
    Sat, July 22 Biel / Switzerland 
    July 23 Lausanne or Geneva / Switzerland 
    July 24 Geneva / Switzerland or Grenoble france
    July 25 Treviso (or Milano or Bologna or Verona) / Italy
    July 26 Ljubljana Slovenia Confirmed
    July 27 No Sanctuary chilling day
    Fri, July 28 NoSanctuary Confirmed
    Sat, July 29 NoSanctuary Confirmed
    July 30 Ilirska Bistrica/Slovenia or Vienna/Austria or Budapest/Hungary.
    July 31 Wiena / Austrai or Budapest or / Slovakia
    August 1 Brno / Czech Republic.
    August 2 Prague / Czech Republic
    August 3 Finsterwalde / Germany TBC
    Fri, August 4 Leipzig / Germany TBC
    Sat, August 5 Berlin / Germany / confirmed
    August 6 Dresden
    August 7 Wroclaw / Poland
    August 8 Warsaw / Poland
    August 9 Poznan / Poland
    August 10 Szczecin/Poland TBC
    Fri, August 11 Rostock / confirmed
    Sat, August 12 Hamburg TBC
     

    For this in the Seattle or surrounding area you can catch WILT this Saturday April first at Highline Bar with NOOTHGRUSH from Oakland.

    Anarchist anarchist metal blackened crust Crust D-Beat death Grind Metal Punk Rock thrash wilt
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Category: Columns

1 “If you’re going to spew, spew in this…” Tales of Punx and Puke…

  • February 9, 2013
  • by thrashpunx
  • · Columns

So I was sitting at the bar in my usual spot doing what  I usually do…Slowly sip my Guinness and not talk to anyone.  That’s not quite true, I’ve gotten to know a few people there now and we share greetings and some small talk.  The owners are cool and make everyone feel really welcomed, they know everyone’s names and always work the crowd making the patrons feel at home.  This isn’t a punk bar, its not a metal bar, it’s not even a hipster bar.  This is a neighborhood bar that is home to some serious life long boozers.  Even at 41 I am generally one of the youngest people in there and certainly the best looking! It’s great for my self-esteem!   Anyways…Back to the story…

Like I was saying – I was sitting there doing my thing listening to the two dudes in the corner with the acoustic guitars rock out covers of Tom Petty and the Eagles between wise cracks and talk of pussy and boobs.  Suddenly the all too familiar aroma of stomach chunder assaulted my senses.  I looked to my right and there, right on the bar was the swirl of beer and fast food soup.  The blower of beads had bailed.  He did the Technicolor yawn and split (or so we thought).  The bartender shrieked out and started yelling for the owner.  “Mike!, Mike!…I need help!”  The mad spitter had at least tried to contain it.  He had tried to puke back into his shot glass!  Obviously a shot glass does not hold much and it was totally lathered in creamy, acidic, gut swirl and it was all over the fucking place.  Fucking BRU-TAL!  Mike quickly came to the rescue and mopped it all up without even a complaint.  Not soon after and the assailant returned from the pisser with a huge fuckin’ wad of toilet paper in his hand and even though Mike had already cleaned it all up this wasteoid started swabbing the deck with  a mangled mass of shit paper.  I was laughing like high school boy in sex ed class as this dimwit made a huge spitwad cocktail on the bar.  He was apologizing profusely and saying he was never going to come in again.  This is where I can really emphasis the coolness of the owner…He just reached out and shook the dudes hand.  “Don’t worry about it.  Forget about it.  It never happened.”  He continued to bro down with the human puke fountain and that was it.  The dude left, still with his tail between his legs, but welcome to return.  In just about any other bar in the world this idiot would have been drug outside, cursed out and told to fuck off dinner chunks and all.

My friend Nate puked a lot.  Smells, stories of uncooked eggs, gory pictures…Just about anything that was a little bit unsettling to the senses could call forth an exclamation of Campbell’s Chunky from his digestive system.  It got to the point where you could almost get him to puke on queue.  And like many, the smell of vomit makes my stomach do The Twist.  He knew this too, I can recall a particular afternoon when he was chasing me with a bucket of his spew and sure enough it conjured incantations from the pits of my stomach that belonged more in Hell than all over my shoes and shorts.  Dick.

All this queasiness and for some reason another mans lung butter had no effect on him.  Nate would spit lugies onto the ceiling, let them hang and then when gravity finally won out it would drop back into his waiting mouth.  He and my buddy Joe got so they would catch each other’s!  They even got this thing down where they stood across from each other, kind of like they were going to do an egg toss or something and spit lugies across the gap into each others waiting mouths!  What the fuck chuck!  That makes we want to do the Technicolor yawn just thinking about it.

When I met Nate he lived in the next town over and we were in high school, this was maybe ’87 or so.  End of Story (EOS) were the local hardcore heroes with their eclectic blend of DRI meets DAG NASTY at a backyard half-pipe brand of thrash.  There was this house next to the mall in Glenwood that they’d play parties at and like any good punk house it had a cool name (that has been robbed from my memory by Father Time) and after a good party/show was cleaned up by pushing a snow shovel to scoop up all the beer cans and bottles.

I was in the kitchen and Tim was on top of the refrigerator with his foot tall mohawk and tripping on acid and reading a comic book while the band raged on.  Tim met some national notoriety when USA Today ran a national story of  his fight against the Glenwood PD.  He had been busted skating (this was the height of the ‘Skateboarding Is Not A Crime’ days) on the sidewalk and was fighting the city on it.  There was a rad picture of him holding his skateboard while sporting his punk leather jacket, no shirt, and big mohawk.  The funny thing was that when I came across this article I was in Pennsylvania at a Hotel on road trip with my parents back to New York.  How fucken’ rad was it to find this story of small town rebellion delivered to us at our stay over with Howard Johnson.  The weird thing is I can remember my Dad order spaghetti for breakfast that day.  Why not?  It was one of those 24/7 places and he loves spaghetti!  Well anyway there was Tim in the national paper…I think it was all a bit of a set-up though because his Dad was a lawyer!  Part of me thinks they just wanted to raise a ruckus and maybe get some attention.  Whatever…Fuck the “Man”!  Skateboarding is not a crime!

Well there was Tim and standing by the sink was this surfer dude Nate.  He had it going on!  He was a transplant from Southern California and had the build, haircut and look of surfer.  Right off the bat we hit it off, he had a great personality.  He was funny as shit and laughed at his own jokes all the time, kind of like Emilio Estevez did, especially in Young Guns.  To use the clichéd line:  he was the dude all the guys wanted to be and all the girls wanted to be with.  The guy even had a tattoo when no one else did.  He was fucken’ bad ass all the way and over the years we became really good friends.

We used to party in the woods a lot, they were close to town and the cops generally left us alone if got out of the city limits.  There was this place called The Pit, it was kind of a…big pit in the ground.  We’d start a fire in the “pit” that was naturally protected by the surrounding dirt walls.  It was early evening, the sun was starting to drop behind Sunlight Mountain and shade was creeping across the valley.  I was probably off taking a piss or something when I came across a deer head.  It was most likely left by a hunter but now that I think about it had a rack…Don’t hunters usually save those?  Here I was at a “woodsy” with a rotting deer head; it was as obvious to me then as it is to you now what I should do with it.  Yup!  I grabbed it by the antler and ran back into the party chasing everyone with this rotting, putrid, head.  It was fucking vile.  Writing this my mouth is starting to water with the warning signs of approaching puke…I played on Nate’s weak stomach and was duly rewarded with Nate’s cry of sour beer and curdled pizza cheese.  I dropped the head laughing and ran off to re-fill my beer.  Nate could have easily hunted me down and imposed the same punishment upon me but he upped the ante and threw the head in the fire evoking the cries of every person standing around that fire.  As the rotten, flesh-dripping skull started to smolder and the wretched stench of decay and death circled around the mostly underage punks innocently sipping their Olympia’s it was as if one queue almost everyone started puking in unison!  Oh how that foul, wicked, odor inflicted revenge for the dead causing everyone to hurl.  That party was over before sundown.

Like most of us in the Valley of Broken Dreams our drinking and partying started reaching rock star levels and as the fun was fading as the trouble was setting in.  Jail, beatings and even death started to make itself part of our scene and Nate was caught right in the middle of it.

Many of us were no longer partiers; we had graduated to becoming drunks and drug addicts laying the foundations of lifelong problems.  Nate’s body wasn’t what it was and the girls didn’t hang around him like they once did.  His face was taking on a new shape after a few beatings and his happy-go-lucky attitude was fading with stints in jail.  On a very early morning the phone rang and I was the only who was apparently awoken by it.   Nate was on the other line and was asking for a ride, he was at the hospital in Glenwood and needed someone to come get him.  I don’t know whose car I took or how I found the keys but I cleared my head enough of the pervious nights debauchery to figure how to get to the hospital to pick up Nate.

He was fucked up.  Mangled.  Someone had beat him with a bat, pipe or other blunt object.  It was disgusting.   One or more people had broken into he and his roommate’s place that night and beat the living shit out of them.  They were most likely left for dead and it was most likely over drugs.  They both lived but Nate’s face got reorganized and his roommate got permanent brain damage.  The Colorado Bureau of Investigation came to town and although the crime was never solved there are many theories out there and I am not going to mention any more of this in this column.

Things just got worse in the Valley as cocaine really dug it’s nails in deep.  A lot of weird stuff starting happening that now I as I look back it seems like it was from a movie.  It got to a point where I didn’t want to be there anymore.  We weren’t having fun, it seemed like the clouds were low and there was a storm that just wouldn’t pass to let any sunlight in.  Fatefully I got a phone call about playing a show with BLANKS 77 in Boulder to which I agreed.  Problem was my band had just broken up due to that plaguing storm.  A few phone calls later and I was moving to Denver to join a recently formed band that needed a vocalist called CLUSTERFUX.

It must have been the next summer, so maybe ’96, and I was back in the Valley for the Carbondale Mountain Fair.  I saw Nate.  There he was, outside the bar…”Hey bro, can you buy me a pitcher?”  That was it, no greetings nothing of the sort.  I hadn’t see this dude, one of my best friends, for 9 months and that’s all he could say.  That’s why I left…That’s where we had gotten as a “scene”, and I only use that term to describe a group of people that hung out together…

Side note – To illustrate this point further I have another tale to tell.  One day I had gotten off of work and I see a friend of mine walking down the street.  He says “He did you hear about Adam?  He died last night, rolled his car, it decapitated him…But we still have half a keg left and we are going to drink it later if you’re in”.  What?!!  Adam was this dudes best friend!  Some of this had to be shock, and people mourn differently but…What the fuck?  I declined and went home.

Back to Nate…Ok, so he just asked me for a pitcher of beer as he is standing there on the sidewalk in July in snowboots, plaid golf pants from the second hand store, no shirt and literally a rope belt, trembling in need of alcohol.  I asked him about his shoes, he said those were the only ones he had.  I asked about his shirt, he said he couldn’t find it.  “It”??  I declined on the beer and went about my business.

A few months later Nate was in Denver to hang out and party for a show.  He was drunk as a skunk at the show and starting shit with everyone.  He was being an asshole and I guess eventually someone kicked the crap out of him.  We couldn’t find him after the show and we all went back to my place to party, but still no Nate.  Finally the next day he showed up with his jaw wired shut, someone broke the fuckin’ guys jaw!!!  Damn!  At least he could suck beer through a straw…

Like I said, he really started to change physically.  Not just the loss of muscle tone but even more noticeable was his face.  The booze not only wreaked havoc on it but all the beatings from being a drunk-ass were really transforming his facial alignment.  On another trip back to Carbondale I was at a show and there was this dude that kept like gesturing to me.  When I walked by he’d say “Hi” but I nod and keep moving.  I didn’t know this was, just some friendly partier I guess.  Turns out it was Nate, he was so disfigured I didn’t even recognize him and he was just socially inept.  His brain wasn’t really sharp enough to have normal social skills, he was a drunk.

I never saw him again.  I heard he had moved in a with this dude he knew that had some money and a house and wanted to give Nate a chance to get his shit together.  This started to work and Nate reached out to his Mom for help so he could go to re-hab.  He relocated to Phoenix to clean-up (I guess Phoenix is a re-had destination…I have another friend that moved there to clean up too).    Apparently Nate was getting better and had landed a job.  He was killed in a work accident.  A crane dropped a pallet on him…

Life was weird back then.  Horrifically Nate’s story isn’t a one-off situation.  There was a lot more death yet to come out of that group of friends.  When the fun stopped and the hell started we were all too self-involved to care for one another or too fucked up to notice.  We were all wrestling with our own demons and some lost it all.  Life is fragile and precious, so are friendships.   Woulda’, coulda’, shoulda’…We cant change the past but we can seize the present.  Who amongst your friends are suffering?  Who could use your friendship, your shoulder your wisdom?  Look out for each other…PEACE

End Notes:

  1.  My band, APEX (member of CLUSTERFUX) changed our name to ROÄC.  We have an album that is almost done.  It kicks ass!  Follow us out here:  ROÄC
  2. I’ve been doing a podcast with my homie and we cover all kinds of out there shit.  From your basic “conspiracies” to aliens and simulation theory, to any sort of outlandish shit.  We don’t know everything so we don’t try to force our opinions as fact, we just discuss the topics and offer different perspectives.  It’s fun…Follow us here: Flow With the Go!  Or check out http://flowwiththego.net/
  3. I just saw AGENT ORANGE play in what used to be my elementary school’s gym / cafeteria.  That was weird.  They were boring but seeing old friends was great and drinking beer in the elementary school while watching a punk band seemed like a good middle finger to the establishment.  Especially old teacher that used to fuck with us.
  4. Hey I got a ditro/ebay store going.  I add new stuff weekly.  Check it out!

3 No More Excuses: On Veganism, Colonialism, and Privlege

  • January 28, 2013
  • by Comrade Black
  • · Columns · PE Web Zine · Uncategorized

by Comrade Black

I am not suggesting that everyone everywhere in the world should be vegan, especially not in the case of Indigenous peoples living traditionally with a diet that ‘includes’ sustenance hunting and direct relationship¹; but it really pisses me off when white folks (& other settlers²) use indigenous cultures and their traditions as a scapegoat excuse to continue eating factory farmed meat and cheese bought from a grocery store. Last I checked no traditional communities (Indigenous to Turtle Island or elsewhere) ever had factory farms as part of their traditional ways of life. Nor did they have ‘rape racks’ or ‘veal’ calves, which are both part and parcel of modern dairy farming.³ As ALF prisoner Walter Bond once said ” most often the person making the argument isn’t as concerned with protecting the rights of tribal people as much as they are trying to equate Veganism with racism.”

Similarly I don’ t buy most of the arguments about dumpster-diving meat, cause when I dumpster there is far more than enough variety of stuff to be picky. In fact, when I am regularly hitting the bins I get far more privilege to be picky, it is when I am having to pay for foods at a store that I struggle cause I can often only afford the cheap crap. Just seems like another excuse to rationalize a behavior rather than change it. If you are rationalizing something, it usually means you know there is something wrong with what you are doing that you feel guilty about. If someone is poor enough they are getting food from the soup kitchens, or food banks, then I have no judgments; sometimes you need to take what you can get. I get that. We all do the best we can in the context we are living in.

If you don’t believe that animals are sentient, or just don’t believe in veganism, than that’s a different discussion. I would rather if people just said “I don’t believe in that” rather than making bullshit excuses. If you are gonna eat factory farmed animal flesh, cheese, eggs, etc, don’t try to find excuses or rationalize it. Either own up to the fact you are putting money into systems that are based on animal exploitation, or change your behavior if you are not ok with being part of that.

Footnotes:
¹)
 I also am quite aware that there is far more to the relationship that many Indigenous cultures have to the animals they hunt as food and that many settlers never acknowledge the importance of giving thanks, or to the other spiritual elements. Often we hear from settlers how Indigenous people ‘use all the parts,’ which is often true, but from my limited understanding this was only one part of the acts of respect given in return for the animals life. Whether secular settlers, atheists, or others choose to acknowledged or dismiss the spiritual exchange and relationship that many Indigenous say is the most important part of that interaction, doesn’t change the fact that it is important.

²) Settler means people who are not Indigenous (originating from that piece of land or that place). The term Settler is used because there is many types of colonialism, and in the context of Turtle Island (which most settlers now call north America), the type of colonialism that primarily occurred was ‘settler colonialism’ meaning Europeans moved here to settle here. Nothing is completely dichotomous, there are people who don’t fit nicely into the Indigenous/Settler binary, such as Metis, or displaced people of Indigenous heritage, and of course decedents of the slave trade. None the less, many of us are settlers, and having a language to explain this can be useful, even if/when it is also problematic.

³) The dairy industry is far more exploitative than many people ever consider. Cattle are force impregnated  often using a device referred to in industry lingo as a ‘rape rack.’ A Dairy cow will only produce milk for a period of time after calving (giving birth), so they keep the cows perpetually pregnant. Dairy cattle and beef cattle are different breeds, specifically bread for specific traits (such as producing more milk, or alliteratively the fat to muscle ratio in beef animals). Thus while the female dairy animals can look forward a life as pregnant milk machines, the males have little value because you only want 1 or 2 Bulls (adult males) per dairy heard (some farms don’t even keep bulls, preferring to buy sperm for mechanical insemination). So male calves from dairy breeds are sold to be used as veal calves, where they ore often locked into crates, or tethered in tiny shoots, to discourage the development of muscle. After a few weeks of force feeding, they are sent to slaughter. All this is to ensure the flesh will be ‘tender.’

0 It’s The End Of The World…Again

  • December 21, 2012
  • by pornodave666
  • · Columns

I’m semi new to this, at least blogging through profane, so try to bear that in mind. Last time I recall any blogging was myspace, and that’s been a few year now… so let’s give this a shot…

So it’s 12/21/12, and I currently live in a popular part of Brooklyn, and work at a fairly popular store in Queens. I never bought into the Mayan calendar/end of the world thing that is currently in the news and has been for about two years or more now, and I think the only one I might have known that would have gave it any heed would have been Bill from Opposition Rising (I think he has a song touching on the subject, doesn’t mean he was a firm believer) or possibly the old crew from The Tower in Cleveland (which became Tower 2012 and as of this is dead a few weeks now), who were fanatical about it (allegedly) and moved to Athens and lived off the grid preparing for 12/21/12. Looking at the clock it’s 10:41, so I’m gonna call it that the world won’t be ending today. Unless the West Coast fucks it up, which could happen.

So alas, I can’t spend my blog on PE going on about today being the end times, and while I seem to be known by a decent amount of cities/states around the U$A, it only seems appropriate to give a proper look into why I’d be accepted into the PE family and get these words I’ve typed out with Law And Order on in the background as I sip a beer after a day of work, posted onto the Profane site instead of one I had to make with pics of cats or dogs and plug on facebook. So I’ll leave you with my resume/credentials, and then next week I’ll be on the road with Common Enemy so I’ll probably to a tour report blog for those two weeks, and when I get back I can go over past encounters or just wax poetic… Or I might write several from the road if I get board because Blog Master Ben Crew said to do it as much as I want.

I grew up in a city called Elyria, that currently has a population in the 54-55 thousand range. So not a big city. We were about 30 minutes from Cleveland though, so later on in my teenage years and early 20’s at least there was what seemed like a big city close by. I’m gonna jump ahead and skip a lot of stuff I’ll go into at some point, but when I was in high school, a friend of a friends dad opened a music venue in down town Elyria called The Spot, and me and a few friends would hang out there. I became friends with the owner through my love of music, and would help out where I could and pretty much worked for free in exchange for getting in free.  My friend Ben and I saved our money and booked the first sold out show there by booking MC Chris on his first real tour. Eventually, a band called American Distress came through, which had Skwert from Choking Victim on vocals, and Shayne, the bassist for Choking Victim during No Gods/No Managers was there merch guy. He ended up meeting another friend of a friend, and they ended up dating for several years. I eventually became very good friends with both of them and lived with them in Ohio for a while and would go to C-Squat in Manhattan to visit them, and would eventually become friends with the entire building and lived there off and on for a few years in various peoples rooms, either watching it while they were away, sleeping in there beds, and sometimes on the floor. I booked the Star Fucking Hipsters on there first tour for one of several Ohio dates and then caught a ride with them to Chicago to catch a ride with a band called Destroy Everything, (on Skwerts label, Tent City) back to Ohio.

I’ll go into future band stories (and there are a lot), but I’m realizing this is already getting a bit long for a first post that just says who I am, so I’ll just list bands I’ve shared road time with, booked, etc. I’ve done merch and drove a few times for Leftover Crack, booked and caught rides from Millions of Dead Cops, worked with Punk Island and ABC No Rio , and am friends with and booked bands (several of which have been in PE at some point) such as Hellmouth, Suicide Machines, Mustard Plug, Morning Glory, She Rides, In Defence, Disaster Strikes, Phobia, Common Enemy, Agitator, Trace The Veins, Still Alive, Antiseptic, Death Mold, Skelptarsis, Star Fucking Hipsters, Mouth Sewn Shut, Opposition Rising, Embrace The Kill, (A) Truth, Wreak Havoc, Destroy Everything, Ray Grady’s, and a ton more. I’ve only played in two bands, one in Ohio that didn’t do much called Counterfeit America, and the C-Squat house band Dog That Bites Everyone. Through Dog That Bites Everyone I got to have the honor of playing with Steve Lake (Zounds) and the most amazing show I will ever play, opening for Steve Ignorants Last Supper Tour (I still owe so much thanks to my friend Joanne who booked that show and let us play).

I still go on the road with bands because I’m lucky enough to have a job that currently lets me, and I’m still involved with helping out bands and hope to be in one again soon. Anyone reading this in New York that’s interested in starting a new project, feel free to hit me up. Or just to write and say this blog sucks. Just e-mail me at PornoDave666@yahoo.com

I’ll leave it there for now. I’ll try to write again soon, at least to post the Common Enemy tour dates in case any PE followers want to come out to the shows and talk or share a beer. It’s 11:12 now, so I’m gonna enjoy the subtle panic of thinking in the back of my head that maybe, just maybe, the world might end in the next 48 minutes.

0 Rock Together, Walk Together…

  • November 18, 2012
  • by thrashpunx
  • · Columns · PE Web Zine

Punk Rock parenting certainly offers it’s challenges. As your kids try to find their way in the world and are presented with the challenge of trying to identify with potential friends that most likely come from very different religious and political backgrounds they have their struggles and ask lots of questions.  These issues help to complicate the already complicated task of raising children.  Throw a divorce into the mix and now you are trying to scale Mount Everest in a denim vest and a worn out pair Vans.

Probably one of the hardest parts of being divorced is trying to deal with the kids when they are acting up and fighting.  There is no one there to help you, to help separate the little hellions or to even bring any calm to a situation. It can get rough and it often ends with people getting sent to their room, sometimes that’s me!  Sometimes you just have to step back or step away and take a breather.

As difficult as it’s been their Mom and I have both really tried hard to put the kids first and not put them between us.  I think we have all seen too many of our friends take that too common path where the kids become bargaining chips and not respected for the people they are.  I’m not a hater, I get mad or upset, but I don’t hate.  I process my emotions and recognize them for they are and more on.  We’ve remained friendly and civil, it is hard work sometimes.  Being an asshole would be way easier, but it’s not all about me, or her.  It’s about those two little people who deserve happiness, compassion and love.  They don’t need two immature “adults” hurling insults at each other or using them as leverage to spite the other.

There is always the “silver lining” to any situation and I think the silver lining here is my daughter and my relationship.  I’ve always bought an extra concert ticket to the big shows knowing that people don’t always have the money handy when the event goes on sale, but will be able to get it together later and pay me back.  Well sometimes they pay me back.  Fucken’ jerks.  Sometimes that “extra” ticket would be set aside for my then wife while she decided if she wanted to go or not.  Now that I was in a situation where that was not in cards I thought, as the summer concerts were going on sale, that I would meet a nice girl and probably take this unknown person to the show with me.

Well sine I seem to socially inept and have not pursued the “dating scene” I didn’t have anyone to take that extra ticket.  When you are a 41 year old punk rock, metal dude, how do you date?  This is a fairly small city, there are not a lot people out there in this age range that want to hang out with a guy that has dedicated his life to staying a kid, worshipping music and playing laptop politician.  This is full blown subject here…We’ll move on for the sake of sparing you all my problems!

It started with seeing Van Halen.  Actually that was my Dad’s ticket, he had a doctor’s appointment and couldn’t make it over for the show.  There was no one to take and I just couldn’t see letting a ticket to see Van Halen go to waste.  A lot of my friends are too “punk” or “metal” to appreciate VAN HALEN.  But at some point I had a revelation…Take Evelyn!  This was a big, “safe” concert.  Not a punk show in a dirty, smelly, garage space with beer drinking and weed smoking everywhere.  This was a big, overpriced, sports arena filled with middle-aged drunks and pot-heads who only get out once or twice a year and use an event like this to go bat-shit crazy.  Like I said it was safe.

So the decision was made to take young Evie and her 10 year-old self to see one of the greatest hard/arena rock bands ever.  This isn’t a review of the show so lets skip the details other than that she fell asleep!  She fell asleep ¾’s the way through the show.  Did she not understand the importance of this event?  Did she not understand that seeing Dave and Eddie on the same stage wasn’t something that happens all the time?  Come on!!!  I tried to wake her but it was not happening…Oh well.  She seemed to enjoy herself but when asked what she thought she said it was “okay”…But she was right.  Diamond Dave kinda’ sucked.  I guess it was only kind of “oaky”.

My kids sing along to ‘Sails of Charon’ all the time.  Even though I had already seen the SCORPIONS once on their farewell tour I couldn’t pass up a chance to see them again at Red Rocks.  Knowing that Red Rocks was awesome and the SCORPIONS are awesome it seemed awesome to invite Evie to go this awesome event.   Someday she will look back and be able to share stories with her friends of seeing this legendary band at this legendary venue.   As the bootleg t-shirt guy was making his rounds through the parking lot we grabbed her a tour shirt (she was wore her GHOST shirt to the show) and headed into the venue.  Red Rocks is a magnificent venue and you can see just about anyone there and it is cool.  I even saw the Red Rocker there one time.  In any other situation Sammy Hagar is not cool, but at Red Rocks he kicked ass!  With that said she was not impressed by TESLA and thought the SCORPIONS were “okay”…The fact that people fly from all over the world to see their favorite bands play this venue did not have any impact on her. Man this kid is hard to impress.

I have some issues with IRON MAIDEN and more importantly Bruce Dickinson, especially now that it has come to light that he is a war profiteer selling his drones to the US Army.  I wasn’t even sure if I was gonna go to the show and money was starting to get tight but my buddy sprung for MAIDEN tickets.  The lawn seats at Fiddler’s are generally “affordable” and since I didn’t pay for my ticket anyway I thought Evie might want to go.  Just days before the show an IRON MAIDEN concert came up on some cable channel so the kids and I watched it while we folded laundry.   Evelyn seemed genuinely excited when I asked if she wanted to go.  And I was excited too.  We were really starting to bond as we’d reminisce about the other concerts we had been to especially after she would see one of their videos on Metal Mania.

At MAIDEN Evie scored another parking lot tour shirt and got a pretzel and a Coke.  She was feeling pretty cool but was getting antsy and restless as we suffered through the opening band.  She was complaining about how tired she was but this quickly went away as IRON MAIDEN hit the stage.  She hadn’t seen a show with pyro yet and was quickly won over by IRON MAIDEN’s stage show.  When Eddie’s head opened up and fire came out she squeezed my hand and said “Dad, this is AWESOME!”.   Yeah it was…And the show was cool too.

So we wrapped up the summer concert season with KISS and MOTLEY CRUE.  This was especially cool because my Dad was going too.  3 generations of my family and we were going to see one of my favorite bands ever.  I am a huge CRUE fan and Evie knows this.  I used to be a huge KISS fan but…Gene Simmons…Fuck that guy!  We listen to lots of MOTLEY around the homestead and both kids sing along.  The 5 year old loves ‘Shout at the Devil’ and ‘Looks that Kill’ and is more vocal about his interest in CRUE, PRIEST and SABBATH, where Evie is a little shier.  But since we already had a track record of shows together I figured she’s be in and because it was MOTLEY and the “guys who paint their faces like clowns” she seemed pretty damn excited.

Now here is another sidebar….How fucking lucky am I to be able to get to go to an awesome concert with my Dad and my daughter.  Most families are too generationally split.  But here we are, the three of us with our devil horns in the air shouting along to ‘Shout at the Devil’.  Bad ass!  The family that rocks together walks together!  (The first time I ever saw my Dad put his hands up in the universal-heavy metal-devil-horns-way we were at a BLUE OYSTER CULT /CHEAP TRICK show and I about fell over laughing!  How rad was that?  The old man is hailing Satan!  AWESOME!)

The show was a total kick in the ass and all three of us really enjoyed the spectacle as well as our time together.  Evie and I agreed that MOTLEY CRUE stole the show, my Dad sided with KISS.  Evelyn still brings it up and we talk about how rad it was.  She got an “official” shirt at this show and wears it to school.  She gets comments from teachers and other parents like “I saw MOTLEY CRUE once…” it embarrasses her but she always tells me about it.

The time together is so positive but another thing to make note of is her growing appreciation for music.  The other day we were watching a BLACK SABBATH DVD from a 1978 performance and she asked me if I had ever seen BLACK SABBATH.  I replied that I had seen them a couple of times and she asked “Was it amazing?”.  And then she went into a little tale of how she just couldn’t believe she got to see MOTLEY CRUE and KISS.  She was starting to not only appreciate the show but was starting to understand the significance of some of these bands. She asked if SABBATH was “amazing” because she was starting to understand that they couldn’t be anything less than amazing.  She was starting to understand some of the legend that some of these bands possess.

I cannot forget though that she is her own person.  People ask me “what are you going to do if she likes Taylor Swift?”  I reply that I will buy her the CD and take her to the concert.  Who am I to say what she can and can’t listen to?  If she was into like gore or porno grind I might have some concerns but I don’t give a fuck about Taylor Swift.  If she feels it and it makes her feel good than more power to her.  And for the record she does like Taylor Swift.

This year Evelyn is playing  the saxophone in her 5th grade band.  I was so excited to hear that she wanted to join band.  She is doing really well and is at the top of her band class!  I’ve heard her on the keyboard and drums too! She was playing some song on a toy keyboard and I asked her where she learned it.  She said she had just figured it out!  Wow!  The same happened with the drums.  I think I was getting out of the shower or something and I could hear this beat.  I thought my brother had stopped by and was kicking out some beats on the kids’ drum set.  I rounded the corner and it was Evelyn sitting there!  Holy shit!  The kid was playing a simple yet fluid beat making use of the kick drum, snare and cymbal.  I was thoroughly impressed but of course my excitement embarrasses her and causes her to stop.  Oh well…

I think since the divorce Evelyn and my relationship has grown stronger.  Too often divorce can pull a child away from a parent but I think for us we are in a good place.  I look forward to more concerts, hikes and bike rides with her and her brother.  I’m really excited to take Johnnie to a concert.  The other day he asked if we could go see BLACK SABBATH.  Fuck yeah!   (Josh Mosh)

End Notes:

  1.  I cant wait for the Hobbit movie.  We’ve been reading the book, watching the animated movie from when I was a kid and listening to the record.  So stoked!
  2. So we didn’t vote for the guy who supports big business, the banks, war and drones.  We voted for the other guy that supports big business, the banks and drones.  I guess we can take solace in that it seems like Obama is more in tune with social issues.  I guess  that was enough to offset his war mongering and clinch the election.   Hooray for the two party system!  Fuck…
  3. It blows my mind how the mainstream media seems to support Israel and their attacks on the Palestinians.  I can’t stand the media!  So much disinformation!  The New York Times admitted they bounce everything off the White House before publishing it!  And they are generally thought of as being the “fairest” newspaper in the country.  WTF?
  4. The APEX record is starting to sound killer! I can’t wait to get this thing released!  2013!!!

0 Buy Nothing Day? Do you buy into it?

  • November 17, 2012
  • by Comrade Black
  • · Columns · PE Web Zine

by Comrade Black

So were at that time of year where the stores are preparing for xmass, their number one sales time of the year, and in response many people are planning on taking part in the annual Buy Nothing Day promoted by Adbusters.

When I first came across BND, a few years ago it seamed like a great idea, but now I am not so sure I buy it. I feel I have to question the tactics effectiveness. How much difference will it really make, the majority of people I know of that are excited to be taking part in BND are either people that already don’t buy almost anything anyways, who scavenge and live a freegan lifestyle, or people that will simply end up buying more in the days leading up to or directly following BND. In short both groups will likely end up buying the exact same amount this season as they would have bought anyways, just not on November 25/26. It seams to me that this action is more a symbolic gesture than a real strategy to empower people and/or challenge capitalism.

Some others have taken this further in an attempt to get past this problem but suggesting Steal Something Day! at least here we have a strategy attempting to cost the corporations money, although I must admit I am skeptical to whether a few pseudo-militant hippies and dirty squatters, travelers etc; all shoplifting on one particular day will even cost enough for the companies to bother hiring extra security that day. As much as I wish it would. However once again I doubt this will be any more than another symbolic gesture.

What we actually need to do is start thinking strategically. Capitalism is about the hording and exchange of personal property and resources, to an end of unlimited expediential growth, so how do we challenge capitalism? By affecting their income, and making it cost more money to do business, then they are making, thus removing the primary incentive.

So perhaps instead of celebrating Buy Nothing Day — which should really be called do nothing day — we could have Fuck With Business As Usual Day! 24 hrs of actions designed to cost corporations their profits,[i] from gluing locks, to sending solid black faxes[ii], sending 10000 emails to a bank so they can’t possibly receive their business emails and crashing their computers [iii], hacking, setting off smoke bombs in stores, talking loudly in the NIKE shop about child labor, phoney (or real) bomb threats at shopping malls,[iv] stealing, breaking windows,[v] paint-bombing or glitter-bombing,[vi] making large meal orders and not showing up for them at Mc-Restaurants, calling in sick for work, putting out of order signs on pop machines,[vii] arson,[viii] roadblocks,[ix] and anything else you can conceive of that would cost a business money!

However the big issue with this strategy would be promotions, I have to admit Fuck With Business As Usual Day does not have as nice of a ring to it, nor a good acronym, and without a glossy full color magazine in every 7-11 and Chapters to promote it, who would participate? As well you would have every liberal out there condemning the day and the coppers would be out in full force to “keep the peace” AKA protect corporate property, and business as usual. Hell if history is any indicator you would have many of the liberal pacifists not only condemning you but even working with the police to protect the property, and helping to catch anyone daring to partake. [x] Maybe Joe Foy of WCWC would even put up a bounty on us like he did to the tree spikers years ago! [xi]And in the USA under the Animal Enterprises Protection Act, people attacking any animal related industries could get up to 22 yrs in prison and be tried as a terrorist[xii] (child rapists often get 5-10 yrs, sometimes less [xiii]). Hell I could probably go to jail for even suggesting in a hypothetical that we consider any of these things, that is strategies that actually affect things. See the unfortunate truth is that whenever we actually become a threat they will use violence, fear, and threats to stop us, and as long as we are not of any real consequence to them they will be happy to continue to ignore us.

So even though Buy nothing day will really turnout to be Accomplish Nothing Day, the reality is in the end I will probably end up taking part in Buy Nothing Day, sad but true, cause honestly it’s the “least” I can do.

Currently the volunteer run non-profit infoshop I work at is planning our third annual Buy Nothing Day Sale! As a small business selling local or independent stuff, it wouldn’t make any sense for us to close down for the day, so instead we have fun with it. Anyways, they always say doing something is always better than doing nothing. All used books are 20% off and Marx is 1/2 off! Yet every year when we have the sale some folks completely freak out that we would dare mock the sacred Buy Nothing Day symbolic action. 

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Footnotes 

[i] A similar idea was done years ago in the UK and was organized in part by the anarchist punk bands Crass and Chumbawamba. These actions were called Stop the City demonstrations.

[ii] A Black fax is a tactic where a piece of paper that is black is fed half way through a fax machine and then the other end is taped together in a loop so it will keep sending continuously. The tactic serves to both freeze up the targets fax machine and modem so other incoming messages won’t be able to be received, while also costing them a lot of money in toner and paper.

in 2006, members of the above ground animal rights and anti-vivisection campaign known as Stop Huntington Animal Cruelty campaign (SHAC) were charged with conspiracy to harass using a telecommunications device for sending back faxes, as well as other charges. For more information look up the SHAC 7

[iii] In October 2005, Dylan Barr was arrested after he sent out flood of emails to Washington Mutual Bank with messages saying “This is what happens to companies that invest in HLS.” This is what is called a denial of service” attack… Barr sent so many large documents to the employees that their inboxes became full and refused emails from actual bank patrons. Washington Mutual dropped HLS as a client. Bar served 29 days in jail, and was fined $25000, which is only a tiny fraction of the $1000000 estimated in loss from the bank dropping it’s shares.

[iv] A few years ago when I worked for Public Outreach as a street fundraiser,. a couple of my co-workers had to move where they were canvassing because some random guy came up to them and told them quietly they should leave cause he had left a bomb in the garbage can of the bay center mall. The mall had to evacuate, and a lot of money was lost in revenue, while they searched for the bomb that didn’t exist. The guy was never caught.

However, there is a real danger in crying wolf, as Ann Hansen once pointed out.

“in fact, we oppose the use of fake bomb threats precisely because they do cause the authorities to be skeptical of the authenticity of real bomb attacks”

[v] Common tactic used by Blac Bloc’s is to smash windows of corporations, cause they can be easy to break quickly, and expensive. As well, I have heard that often contrary to general public opinion, that many companies don’t report the broken windows to their insurance companies because it may be cheaper to fix a few broken windows than to pay an annual increase in the cost of insurance.

[vi] Glitter Bombs or Glamdalizim is a tactic used by radical queers where they mix glitter into a regular paint bomb to make the attack that much more fierce and fabulous!

[vii] I got this one from the classic Crimethinc book recipes For Disaster

[viii] I want to be clear I am not advocating or counseling here, I am talking in the hypothetical. As Ted Kaczynski stated in Hit Them Where It Hurts;

“The engine, for example, can be ruined with very little expenditure of time and effort by means well known to many radicals.

At this point I must make clear that I am not recommending that anyone should damage a bulldozer (unless it is his own property). Nor should anything in this article be interpreted as recommending illegal activity of any kind. I am a prisoner, and if I were to encourage illegal activity this article would not even be allowed to leave the prison. I use the bulldozer analogy only because it is clear and vivid and will be appreciated by radicals.”

an even better disclaimer can be found in the cover of one of my favorite zines Bloodlust: A Feminist Against Civilization, which reads;

All contents of this zine are for purely entertainment purposes. No one involved in the writing or constructing of this zine advocates or condones any sort of illegal activity. Please ignore the screams of a dying world and passively consume this as you would a television sitcom.

[ix] Roadblocks have become a tactic often used by indigenous sovereigntists when fighting against the corporations and the state. This tactic was used at Oka, as well is in 6 nations, and I believe the longest was the road block at Grassy narrows, although there is really too many to cite them all. Currently the warriors of the Wet’suwet’en are refusing entry to their traditional territories by anyone who doesn’t ask consent, as part of their assertion of their traditional rights, and resistance to the pipelines the corporations & government are trying to force through their territories. This tactic involves blocking a major road with something like logs, human bodies, trucks, overturned cop cars, or other such items, so no traffic can pass through. It has been shown to be an effective tactic.

[x] There have been many examples of this, basically any time a black bloc action has occurred, such as the toronto G20 and No-2010 anti-olympics actions. However, I think the clearest example was in the WTO protests in Seattle in 99 where white liberal middle class activists actually physically restrained young local people of color to stop them from looting stores that had been smashed and held them until the police could arrive to take them into custody. These liberals also physically blocked people from smashing windows.

In a non anarchist context, after the recent Vancouver hockey riots some people reportedly took it 10 steps further by attacking people and their homes who had been photographed at the riots, as well as tracking them down to turn into the cops. Scary shit.

[xi] On more than one occasion “WCWC offered a $5,000 reward for information leading to the arrest and conviction of any tree spiker in B.C. This offer still stands today” (Big Trees, Not Big Stumps: 25 years of campaigning to save wilderness with the Wilderness Committee, by Paul George). This has lead to some people referring to West Coast Wilderness Committee as WCSnitch

[xii] Marie Mason in 2009 was sentenced to 22 years after pleading guilty to arson attacks for a 1999 attack on a building at Michigan State University that caused more than US$1 million in damages, undertaken as a protest against research into genetically modified crops, as well as attacks on the property of a Mink farm owner.

Jeff (Free) Luers was initially sentenced to 22 years, 8 months in prison, but had his sentence reduced to 10 years on appeal after a large campaign to support him. He had been convicted in 2000 he set fire to three light trucks at Romania Chevrolet dealership in Eugene as a protest against excessive consumption and global warming

Also Walter Bond is currently serving 12 yrs for his 3 arsons as part of the ALF.

The Animal Enterprise Terrorism Act (AETA) is a United States federal law that makes it a mandatory minimum sentence for every conviction in relation to animal rights charges. So even if the defendant had gone out of their way to guarantee that no one would be hurt, their actions will be considered terrorism if they cost the corporation money through illegal means.

[xiii] In December 2003, Matin Tremblay was convicted for five counts of sexual assault against young Aboriginal teenage girls. However, he was released from custody the following year, after serving only a fraction of his three-and-a-half year sentence. Tremblay had originally been charged with 18 counts of sexual assault and administering a noxious substance to five Aboriginal girls between the ages of 13 and 15. Then 38 years old, Tremblay admitted to sexually assaulting and videotaping the girls while they were unconscious in his home. Feb 15, 2011, Tremblay was sentenced to 11 months in prison (one year minus time served) for two counts of drug-related charges. There are numerous new allegations by other young native womyn of waking up naked after her drugged them, and reportedly he often also would video tape himself sexually assaulting them while they were passed out.

There is also a history in BC (as well as other places) of native womyn going missing or being raped and/or murdered, and the police doing fuck all about it.

In the 2010 Victoria city council election a candidate named Pedro Mora admitted he had been previously convicted, after he plead guilty for the sexual assault of a 15 year old in Burnaby and he claims he served only 40 days in a “rehabilitation centre” in the Lower Mainland.

10 Fuck Your Mustache! Fuck Movember!

  • November 13, 2012
  • by Comrade Black
  • · Columns · PE Web Zine

Fuck Your Mustache! Fuck Movember! – by Comrade Black

Movember- the time of the year, where men try to show they have testicles by growing an ugly flap of hair over their top lip. On top of looking like a greasy douchebag-hipster, pedophile, and/or cop –  you are helping to raise funds for a multi-billion dollar black hole of an industry that is notorious for cruel animal testing.

Straight up, it pisses me off to have to watch every year as well intentioned people help pave the golden road to the hell that is vivisection. The fact that these people are raising funds for a cause shows me they are probably not psychopaths, they are clearly able to have empathy for others. Now if we are to give the benefit of the doubt to these folks that the majority are unaware that the cancer industry is a cancer, that the money they raise will help torture animals for so called ‘science’, than perhaps we need to do more work in the direction of making those connections more explicit, and showing what is wrong with animals testing.

If people truly are concerned with stopping cancer, we should be encouraging people to make healthier lifestyle choices such as; quitting smoking, cutting meat, dairy, and processed foods out of their diet, as well as avoiding pharmasuiticals as much as possible (At least 50 drugs on the market cause cancer in lab animals. They are allowed because it is admitted that animal tests are not relevant.¹), and being more active. As well as working to stop the industrial pollutants and other known cancer causing agents from being produced in the first place. Fighting against industries like the Tar Sands, cell phone towers, or Monsanto’s monocropped franken-foods, is fighting against the spread of cancer (in more ways than one). Stopping corporations from dumping chemicals in our water supply, foods, and soil would do more towards stopping tumors than growing a fucking mustache. Of course that would involve actually doing work, organizing, and taking risks. Growing hair under your lips is far easier, and trendier.

Perhaps in response what those of us who care about animals could do is make this the month we dedicate to anti-vivisection work. Turn Movember into No-Vember, as in No to Vivisection! Increase our presence in the community; set up info-tables on the streets, at malls, universities, airports, or wherever. Organize demonstrations, including home demos, table at more events with explicitly anti-vivisection information, set up film screenings of Maximum Tolerated Dose², organize anti-vivisection teach ins or workshops, hand out leaflets, put up posters, graffiti, drop banners, make art, or whatever it is that you do to raise awareness. Or organize a fundraiser for anti-vivisection groups in your community. And of course for those able bodied warriors willing to truly risk their privilege there is the actions that make the most direct impact to the lives of lab animals, physically freeing them from cages under the cover of night.

There is so much more we can do than growing a patch of fucking hair.

Footnotes
1) ALF Animal Testing fact sheet:
http://www.animalliberationfront.com/Philosophy/Animal%20Testing/Vivisection/vivisectionfacts.htm

2) Maximum Tolerated Dose is the first feature length documentary on animal testing:
http://maximumtolerateddose.org/

Resources:
Intro to Vivisection by Stop Huntington Animals Cruelty (SHAC)
http://www.shac.net/science/vivi_intro.html

Dying For A Cigarette
http://www.impactpress.com/articles/febmar02/cigs2302.html

Healing Cancer Naturally
http://www.healingcancernaturally.com/why_alternatives17.html

for a more extensive list of anti-vivisection resources check out http://maximumtolerateddose.org/resources

2 Wasted: Vote.

  • November 5, 2012
  • by abcabcxyaxfd
  • · Columns

By Morgzaloha

Lunch break the other day.  Given the locations of my job, my academics, and my internship, the Hard Times Café in Minneapolis is a logical stop for a mid-day omelette and cup of black coffee.  So there I am – sitting – waiting for my name to be shouted over the [insert doom metal band name here] track playing – and I unintentionally overhear a few elder gentlemen in conversation.  Both have been DIY longer than many of us knew the alphabet, respectable punx in theory, even more respectable as human beings (I’ve had extensive conversation with one of them before).  Their topic of commentary?  The upcoming election.

“Nao why in the fack would I vote?  Don’t mean a thing.”

Inside, I sighed myself close to death.

Please do not misunderstand me.  After years of being a mixed race person attending basement shows, playing Magic: the Gathering alongside skinheads, conversations (and make-out sessions) with die-hard social and/or economic conservatives and liberals, working with the Democratic Party, obsessively watching Ron Paul’s interviews, studying political science, and listening to everything from Disaster Strikes to Against Me! to Propaghandi to Cro-Mags to Taylor Swift (shut up), I can completely feel for how many punx out there have given up on the system.  American politics is not necessarily a fair game, and largely relies on money, power, and connections.  Paint it Black’s Dan Yemin once said on the track “Election Day,” “and who needs D.C. when I’ve got D4?”  Well, I love D4 just as much as the next Midwestern, whiskey drinking, pop-punk lovin’ sucka (I also love Paint it Black), but frankly, the system we live in requires us to at least think about what D.C. is doing.  Why?  D.C. does a lot; from constituent advocacy when the IRS or the Department of Homeland Security tries to get you (or simply makes a mistake), to monitoring and engaging in international trade regulations and human / animal rights, to passing bills that could infringe on or expand our freedom, to declaring official or unofficial wars that kill civilians and put our brothers and sisters in danger, to deciding vital court cases that permit or dismiss minority rights.  We all love our shows, our vinyl collections, and our punk community – but we cannot forget that we are merely a subculture within our global society.

Currently, The United States of America is debatably the hegemon of the world.  Simply put, the wielder of the most hard and soft power: a crucial concept to meditate over.  Our nation, if you agree with this concept (putting opinions on whether it is legitimate or moral aside), has a heavy influence on our brothers and sisters from China to Turkey to Zimbabwe to Columbia to Indonesia to Russia.  The United States is the largest economy in the world, is one of five member nation-states of the United Nations Security Council, and has by far the largest acting military in the world.   Who we choose to manage our relations with such structures is important, even if the candidates vary little.  Moreover, federal offices also have domestic implications; and everything from a State Senate elect to your Soil and Water Supervisor District pick (not to mention a few Minnesota State Constitutional Amendments) can affect your and your loved ones’ every day existence.

For democracy to work, it takes engaged citizens.  Punx are people, too.  And the punk voice is a strong one.  Look to the recent occurrences in Indonesia and Russia.  Sure, punk mentality in the United States may be stifled compared to what it was in Jello Biafra’s first heyday, but that does not mean the kids will not have their say, so to speak.  Get out there on November 6, and in future elections.  You are all intelligent enough to form your own opinions; I do not care for what or for whom you vote for.  All I care is that you vote.   Vote for yourself, if you must.  Vote for a third party.  Vote for one of the two main parties.  Be active.  Talk to your neighbors.  Read the news (and many sources, not just ones aligned with your opinions).  Phone bank.  Put up posters.  Run for office yourself.  Work for a non-profit.  Try and understand the system we are in.  The only way it will ever progress to what we want is if we work it to what we want, what we need.  The only way democracy will be real, is if we be real with democracy.

For information on how and where to vote, look into your state’s Office of the Secretary of State.  They got your back on this one.

1 Ben Axiom Record of the Day!

  • October 23, 2012
  • by benaxiom
  • · Columns

Today I’d like to pay homage to the record “Way of Doom” by Hiatus. This is/has been one of my top fav crust eps of all time! I wrote a profane column a while back about my thoughts on the way of doom:

http://infraarte.blogspot.com/2009/10/tao-of-doom.html

10 The D.I.Y. moral compass…and you

  • October 5, 2012
  • by leffer
  • · Columns

I was once criticized as being a capitalist for selling my own silk screened patches for 25 cents. It was amazing how well defined and elaborate the PC scene was when I grew up in punk community during the early 90’s. It’s so silly…the term PC. I mean, this is the most bureaucratic term out there, and there were folks in the punk realm wearing it on their sleeve. Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of our ethos? This attempt at free thought and self-empowerment felt threatened due to this approach and in the process, alienated many.

BUT…it’s this truth and honesty we strive for in our ideals, and it’s how we perceive a genuine universal agreement among ourselves and our peers. “Fight the system”, “Through unity comes strength”, “The only good fascist is a dead one” you get the idea. Even that last comment is fascist on its own. So I feel we’ve honed our integrity, our honor system and the deepest and most sincere DIY ethics and practices with this “bureaucracy”, without trying to step on any toes (although, we all hold some sort of opinions on how things are done). The big picture and partial point is, we’ve come to a self-sustaining community that has benefited from our contribution of mutual assistance and cooperation. Be it, the anarcho agenda, touring bands, doing shows, Food not Bombs, the squatting community, distros, labels….the whole nine yards and with no interference from the business man…sometimes.

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1 Pissed Off! A true story of how even the best law can be obscene

  • September 23, 2012
  • by Comrade Black
  • · Columns · News
Every animal on earth has to pee sometime. Urination is perhaps the most natural thing we still do, thus why it is often referred to as nature calling. For most of human history, we like all other animals have been peeing outside, and in many parts of the world the majority of people still do. And even in industrialized countries where indoor plumbing has been the norm for about a hundred years, I think one would be hard pressed to find anyone who has never urinated outdoors. In contrast, the imposition of laws to govern human behavior is anything but natural. No other species of animal have written and codified laws, nor prisons to punish offenders. But laws are now a major part of our current way of living, so much so that many human animals can not even imagine a society without them. The imposition of laws upon us is rationalized as being for our own protection. In some cases Laws clearly have nothing to do with our safety and far more to do with protecting those who exploit people or other animals for profit, yet still there does exist those few laws that are hard to disagree with without looking like a psychopath. Hate crimes legislation for example, or laws that seek to punish sex offenders. Yet as Joel Schwabe found out recently even these laws can be used to criminalize and repress people who have really done piss all wrong.

-Interview with Joel Schwabe, interviewed by Comrade Black

 CB:  Can you elaborate on what happened that lead up to you being charged?

 JS:  I was stuck near the Snowqaulmie pass on I-90 heading east. It was Memorial Day long weekend, and traffic was packed. There was a line of cars that must have been 3-5 miles long. The combination of the long weekend, the festival goers, and a bout of highway construction resulted in traffic slowing to a crawl, and stopping completely for long periods of time. About half an hour after I had crawled past the last exit, I realized I needed to urinate soon. I was looking left and right for appropriate places to go, and noticed that some people were pulled over on the left hand shoulder, and peeing on the barrier. I’m a shy pisser, so I was looking for something a bit more discrete.  An hour later, and not much further down the road, I found a double wide shoulder on the right, near an on ramp, and pulled over to take a leak on the barrier, my body “hidden” between my car and facing away from traffic, onto a barrier. Granted, I could see a few cars on the desolate road leading to the on ramp, but the barrier was waist height, and I was as quick as possible. The moment I get back into the car, I see a police officer right behind me in the mirror. He comes up and says “Does this look like a restroom to you?” to which I manage, “Um….no…sorry, but-” and he cuts in with “Do you think these people here enjoy looking at your wiener? I’m writing you up for indecent exposure.” This is almost word for word what he said. And then he headed back to his car to write me up.

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