I Hate Harry Potter and iPhones and I Like Punk Rock

I have an attitude and sometimes is gets me in trouble. Other times, I know it has saved my life. I’ve been walking past my TV all morning trying to fix my central heating system that died a couple days ago. My son has been sitting on his derriere the whole time gawking and Harry Potter. Like I stated in the title, I hate this show. It reminds me of what the establishment wants us to pay for. It has no history in it for kids, no culture. It really is a stupid story if you asked me and every movie he has forced me to see has sucked … period. My wife reminds me that people in my family may take issue with this post so let me just not apologize in advance. You like it? Explain why on your blog 🙂

I relate it to Johnny Rotten singing:

I am an anti-christ
I am an anarchist
Don’t know what I want but
I know how to get it
I wanna destroy the passer by cos I

I wanna BE anarchy!
No dogs body!

Anarchy in the UK illustrates my attitude well I think. I was a punker through the 80’s and I aim to stay one now. I use my iPhone but I will never love it. Rest his soul, Steve Jobs had some great ideas but he was no messiah. I see him as more of a large scale Billy Mays pushing Oxy-Clean. I want to challenge every system that takes hold of this Earth. I want to be a free spirit. I’ll never forget my friends who were through my history. I hope my kids follow me but if they don’t and choose to pad the pockets of JK Rowling and Stephanie Meier then so be in. They will have plenty of fragrances, shoes, and lego collections that will match Holywood puke. I guess that would be one advantage if I was trendy, I’d have a lot more to buy and do. Alas, I prefer being the rugged individualist. I’ll close with my favorite fight attitude poem to date (by Dylan Thomas):

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

I say, fight the system and don’t let it define what cool is, or what anything else is for that matter.

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