Don't Play it Backwards, Pay It Forward (continued) By Anthony Gee |
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. There is an urban myth that recurs with the same repetitive cycles that fashion moves in. An innuendo that conveys the fear of the rock n roll Anti-Christ, that seducer of nations that with one obscene utterance, with one lewd swivel of his serpentine hips, can damn the pliable little souls and minds of a generation that have a hard time saying no and meaning it. I am, of course, referring to the Six Puppies
myth. When I was at high school, I remember kids talking about this evil band with an evil name The Dead Kennedys. The story goes something like this: My friends got an older brother that went to a Dead Kennedys concert and the lead singer had six puppies that he took out of a bag and threw into the audience and he said that the band wasnt going to play until the crowd had ripped the puppies apart! You can imagine my confusion when I found out that The Dead Kennedys were actually a punk group with heavy political overtones that made diabolical music about such things as environmental issues and human rights abuses. Fast forward sixteen years or so, and Im listening
to someone in tone of absolute conviction that that androgynous devil-spawn
himself, Marilyn Manson, threw you guessed it six puppies
to an audience and told them that he would not play, and probably not
refund their tickets, until the six puppies were ripped apart! Six! Not
refund their tickets! What manner of heinous evil are we dealing with here? The kind that comes straight from hell, my friends, the
kind that is out to kill all puppies everywhere. I propose that we stop
wasting time focusing on starving third world children, leukaemia, child
literacy and abuse, and we start channeling our awareness into the fact
that the devil hates puppies. I think its quite evident today just how close that maniac, Ozzy Osborne, came to subverting us all with his bat-biting ways. If we never had people addressing the real issues at the time, then just think how it could have turned out. Sometimes, at night, when I turn on the TV and my eyes are
transfixed on the nullifying cathode rays, and theres nothing of
interest in that flickering cavalcade of dull dreams, my mind wanders
and considers what might have been, had Ozzy not been restrained by the
morality police with "Parental Advisory" stickers. Then I realise that I really am watching TV in a new millennium. And it is funny. What we thought was the cunning serpent has become the human equivalent of a sea cucumber. If you know the shape of evil then youll know it never really shifts. People, however, are something else. But hey, if I change
the channel, maybe Ill find something to watch.
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