"Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?”
― Irvine Welsh, Trainspotting
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One story that really struck me and got me thinking about this occurred a few years ago. There was this teenage punk-rocker kid who was run down in an iHop parking lot by a white jock and his girlfriend in dad’s cadillac. This boy died because he looked different, and he was run down by a drunk piece of shit that hated him and had always picked on him. It’s a situation where you’ve got six kids who got their noses pierced, and you’ve got thirty jocks who are the popular kids at school. And they’re picking on them. They’re calling them fags, they’re calling them whatever. So this thing happens, this guy kills this kid, is clearly guilty…his guilt is admitted. And guess where this all-american athlete is? He’s in college. The jury felt that the punk rocker deserved to die because he looked the way he did. And not only was he killed, but then in the trial he was killed again because they criticized his lifestyle. Because he didn’t wear a Tommy Hilfiger shirt and khaki pants. And then the killer was even applauded at graduation because he was a football star: the American Dream. Strong. Normal. He never spent a day in prison.
So who do we blame? Everybody wants to say, “There’s too much violence, there’s too much violence today.” Well…did everyone forget about the Civil War, the Bible, or Shakespeare? Violence isn’t brand new. And I don’t even think seeing violence is brand new, that’s not the problem. I think the more serious problem is seeing violence as a solution to solve a problem — that is what is sending a bad message to kids growing up.
↪ in which Marilyn Manson completely nails his speech (x)
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