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Zero Tolerance Issue #1. A socialist paranoia E- Z


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<OK, right off, there is words in this E-Zine that some people will find
offensive due to the way they were brainwas...I mean, raised. So if you are
offended by the way syllables, vowels, and constanants form words, just
erase this file, and go watch TV or something. Thanx.>

Shitty intro by Jughead
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Well, here's the first (only?) issue of Zero Tolerance. I was hoping on
getting more submissions from people, but oh well, I was also
hoping to find some money today and didn't. So this E-Zine is overall
smaller, and much less of what I hoped it would be. But who cares? Hope
you enjoy it, it's been fun compiling, so go learn and enjoy.

I made this damn thing on Ed, the Amigas' OS built in text editor. Anybody
with an Amiga will know that that is just the punkest thing to do.
With a little help from TextCraft Plus with the Mac text file.

This zine has been a product of one of the few BBS's left that don't just
want your address, money, and XXX gifs. Pop Tates' is a BBS for the modemer
who is sick of the whole shitty modem community that seems to be prevailing
their fascist ways over some honest BBSing. More than a fucking stale
CD-ROM. 656-7418, only between the hours of 10 PM-Noon the next day.

List of people who I stole shit from:

The name came from some board which is apparently down, if the sysop is
reading this, my apologies or whatever. Great name.

Uber Mac gave me HUGE amounts of inspiration to do this. Their zine,
Prometheus, is (was?) much better. :-)

Cell 69 *DEATHROW* (592-6803) also inspired me to do a E-Zine based around
the board.

And a big fuckin' thanx to all the Pop Tates' callers who showed interest in
this in any way, right on.

*READ YOU DUMB FUCKS*

After reading a couple articles, I really better say something to the effect
of "Zero Tolerance/Pop Tates'/Jughead accepts NO responsibility for anything
said/done because of/misuse/illegal info/etc. in this E-Zine. Read at your
own ass, fuckers. You've been warned, don't come snivling to me."

Ugh!

Just as this zine is (sorta) wrapping up, I get word from the Uber-Mac crew
that their board is shutting down for an unknown peroid of time, and will
resurface again in Vancouver. So I ripped the ad for that board out of the
zine, and am just left saying if you didn't call it...you missed out on a
truly genius place. Best of luck to the Uber crew in their future
experiences. <Sniffle>

Your man in the Slayer section,
Jug.

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FROGS?

By "Failure"

Typos are all Jugs fault.

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Frogs in my sink...for no reason but to annoy...pick it up, pick them up?
Hahha, I only pick myself up from those fucking parasites. You tell a
thousand lies, been told a thousand times....

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DUMB SHIT

By Phlegmhead

So it started when Jane's Addiction started to get popular a few years
back...and every stupid teen bop in schools across the continent was singing
"Been Caught Stealing". Well, Perry Farrell (The singer, and all around
heroin addict) didn't like that idea, and broke the band up...a very
honorable move, in my eyes. But this tradition of "underground"
"alternative" bands getting sucked into the beast known as the mainstream
continues...Green Day being the obvious example...2 years ago they were
playing in basements in Victoria for parties, now they play "Woodstock '94",
Lollapalooza, appear on the Letterman show, win many awards, play awards
shows...Offspring have gone the same way now, but I don't like them anyways
and know nothing about them.

People were yelling at Zach De La Rocha from Rage Against the Machine when
he signed to Epic/Sony...but in the case of RATM's, they said it themselves,
"The music is secondary to the message" (Or something like that)...so them
signing to a big corporate label is a great thing, they can spread their
message to a much wider audience, in all aspects. And we can also have a
small minority of stupid teens at your school running around singing "Fuck
you I won't do what you tell me" as they go out and buy their Molson Canadian
beer and Guess Jeans, and don't know whether to listen to "Killing in the
Name Of" one more time, or put on some techno...

But it's funny to hear people sing some bands songs when they don't
understand half the words...I wait for the day Bad Religion becomes huge
(that day will come soon, I think), what will the teeny-bops do now?? I
mean, MuchMucas is playing them...but they can't pronounce words THAT big!
I mean, some have more than, Christ, 3 syllables!!

But signing to the mainstream isn't always a sell-out, all you ignorant punk
rockers, it can be a good thing...Hey you with the mohawk, you want the
world to know Capitalism sucks? Well here ya are, don't scoff at it.

Conclusion(s):

Rage Against the Machine rule.

Not every "Underground" band signing to the majors is a sell-out.

I really don't like the human race.

Jug

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JoInEd At The Rambling FooT

By "Slim Jim"

typos jugs fault typos jugs fault typos jugs fault

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The smell of hot tar filled his small basement "almost ready eh" he
said to the young boy bound with the razor wire. "what do you want?" The
boy screamed as the blood ran down his arms and on the floor, a floor that
had seen this many times before.

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Langford

By The Cruiser
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First of all I had to spend about 20 minutes biking around Langford
trying to find this "youth centre". When I thought I'd found the
place, I walked in but it was a gymnasium full of seniors playing
bridge or something. But when I rode around some more and spotted the
silhouette of a foot-high mohawk I knew I was getting warm. I went in,
handed over my four bux and a can of french-style green beans. Pretty
good place for a show, I thought, at least a hundred kids were here.
There was a pool table and a foozeball table and couches, for the punx
who didn't want to look like they cared about the music.

Ninth Hour were just setting up. Once they started I had a feeling
things weren't going their way tonight. Despite all the high-quality
sound equipment on hand (courtesy of the headlining band I suppose) a
decent on-stage mix couldn't be achieved without heavy feedback. The
band tripped over themselves musically several times, and after a few
of those it seemed they just wanted to get the hell off the stage. I
think also that this was their first show after being separated for
most of the summer. Too bad, this is a band that has consistently put
on great shows in the two and a half years I've been going to them,
but tonight's fiasco didn't have anything to do with the band
themselves. They still rocked, I mean... uh, punked, under the
circumstances.

Up next were Black Kronstadt, debuting their new drummer and female
lead singer/violinist. After some violin-accompanied poetry reading,
the band plunged into some genuinely anarchic punkpunkpunk,
highlighted as always by Wolf's metallic guitar sound & leads. No
whammy bar this time though. As for their new drummer, he didn't do
anything particularly special, but he was a good timekeeper and made
everything look very easy and effortless. The singer, though... now
you could close your eyes, and if you've seen Insult To Injury play
before, you'd swear this was them playing. She was pointing her finger
and shaking her fist around which reminded of me the singer in Naked
Aggression, and anything that reminds me of them will up the risk of
me becoming diabetic later in life. Of course B.K. will never be as
pretentious as that, but somehow they've lost that bit of uniqueness
and charm that I thought they had going for them before. Perhaps if
they integrate the violin into the tunes a bit more, or something. She
only played it once in a "quiet" intro to one of their punkpunkpunk
tunes, but its sound was obscured by the feedback monster that
victimized the opening band. I'll go see 'em next time they play
anyway.

The guys in the Dunderheads (the worst name I've heard in quite a
while) were apparently given bad directions by BC Transit and had just
arrived, or something. This time, the sound was fine, no feedback, and
the bassist was able to get more bass in the monitors as he asked, and
everything. Too bad about the music. I don't want to make any unfair
comparisons, but... it was like the first time I saw the Splatterboys
and they opened with "Wild Thing" (I actually *liked* the S'boys the
last time I saw them though). Despite playing one of the easier types
of music to play, the D'heads had a hard time keeping from fumbling a
lot. Pretty decent guitar leads but that's where the list of positive
attributes ends for these guys. So I went home and went to bed. The
end.

The Cruiser

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FUNNY THINGS MY CAT LOVES TO EAT

By Jughead
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Smarties
Marshmallows
Potato chips.

She actually broke into our cupboard, and ripped open the marshmallow bag, and
ate a bunch when nobody was home! Holy shit!
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*The following file was submitted for the zine, but was not written by the *
*submittee. He figured it would suit the zine, though, so here it is. If *
*the original author is planning on suing me or something, fuck off, that *
*wouldn't be too Anarchistic, as according to this article, would it? :-) *
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ANARCHISM AND POWER

A common description of anarchism is that it has as its aim the abolition of
the state. Now, while this is certainly correct -- it would indeed be hard to
find an anarchist who is positively enamored of any government apparatus, be
it located in Chicago, Washington, Moscow, or Baghdad -- , it is not (to my
mind) the best way of describing the anarchist goal.

Rather, anarchism should be understood as aiming at the abolition of all forms
of domination. That is, anarchism is resolutely opposed to any relations
between humans in which one decides for another, without the other's consent,
how that other is to live and coerces that other into living that way. So
anarchism is opposed not only to government, to the police and military and
legislature and judiciary. It is also opposed to capitalism, in which a few
possessing the means of production compel the rest, on pain of starvation, to
produce for the profit of those few in return for a wage; and to racism of any
form; and to any sort of oppression on the basis of one's sexuality. In place
of all this, which is inherently reprehensible (and if you want a
justification of this claim, try living in an explicit state of being
dominated and see what you think of it!), anarchists seek to being about a
situation in which everybody determines for oneself as much as possible, in as
free and cooperative as can be devised, how one is to live one's life.

So anarchism is opposed to power, right? All we need to do is overthrow all
the bosses who are repressing our desire for freedom, and all will be well? --
Well, not quite. I don't think it's right to identify power with domination
and domination with repression, as was just done in the two questions just
posed. Here's why.

What is power? It seems to me that power shouldn't be thought of as some
mysterious substance which some people (at the top of the heap) possess by
some means or other and which others (at the bottom) do not. Rather, power
exists only as a certain kind of relation between people in which one person
does what another person wants the first person to do. Now, simply described
that way, power relations are not inherently relations of domination: one can
do what another wants her/him to do because the two of them have both freely
consented to this as much as because the latter person has coercive control
over the former. So anarchism, properly understood, does not seek the
abolition of power, in the sense that it does not seek to eliminate the
possibility of power relations. For it is hard to see how this could come
about without the abolition of any and all social relations, which no
anarchist wants! Instead, anarchism seeks to foster and maintain only those
power relations which do not involve coercive domination, and to destroy those
that do.

Furthermore, not all those power relations which involve domination operate by
repression alone. That is, domination does not, to my mind, consist only in
keeping people from doing things. Rather, domination also involves a certain
positive aspect, in that it involves the dominator acting positively (and not
just by denial) upon the one to be dominated (upon both her/his body and mind)
so that the dominated will reliably act in a docile and obedient fashion. For
example, part of that power relation which is wage slavery consists in making
the wage slave an obedient slave by a careful and meticulous technique of
training by which the wage slave-to-be is brought to act in as productive a
manner for the employer and not otherwise. (This training does not take place
only within the factory gates -- our system of compulsory education
contributes mightily to producing docility.) In other words, relations of
domination have the force they do in large part because they endow kthe
dominated with positive characteristics, with real abilities that they did not
have before.

What this means for anarchists is that it is not sufficient for eliminating
domination and establishing a free and cooperative society merely to eliminate
repression. (Which is not to say that it shouldn't be done; only that this
isn't enough.) For the ability to act in a free and cooperative fashion is
not something that one possesses naturally, is not a natural capacity which
one already possesses in a fully developed way and which is somehow being
stifled by the oppressors. On the contrary, it is also a product of training,
of a training in which one is encouraged to act freely and cooperatively, to
develop one's own singular capacities and one's ability to think for oneself
(so that is training is necessarily a self-training). Just as one's
domination is something that is made, so one's liberty is something that
cannot simply be uncorked, but also has to be made. If all one does is throw
the bums out, one does nothing either to undo the effects of the training
which one has received or to actually bring about the ability to live in a
cooperative and uncoerced fashion. If throwing the bosses out is all one
does, it will not be surprising to find a new set of bosses setting themselves
up in short order; for the greater part of the relations of domination will
remain, relatively unscathed.

In short, anarchists should not trust to the so-called natural proclivities of
human beings toward freedom and cooperation, for there are no such
proclivities. Or rather such proclivities are, as proclivities, no stronger
than the equally antural human proclivities to dominate and be dominated. The
task must be to encourage these proclivities, to make them into really
existing practices of freedom and cooperation, for it is only in this way that
there can be any realistic hope of bringing about a society without
domination.

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UNNAMED STORY

A joint effort created by several Pop Taters'. Good job!

Many apologies for any typos, swear at Jug for them.
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The inanimate object picked itself up...off the floor. Its nemisis stood
there staring "Well aren'cha gonna get out? I told ya three times!". As
the inanimate object came to, he saw what he's always dreaded, yelling at
him...so he ran...but he couldn't, for he was inanimate...As his enemy drew
closer the object started to quiver. "What do you want from me" he tried to
yell but his voice replaced with the sound of an electronic pencil sharpner.
Fuck he thought I can't move or talk. So he did the only thing he could do
...and the only thing he knew how to do...BE. While he was BEing, a bunch
of strung out kids kept on teasing him by putting pencils in his mouth. He
woke up in the hospital...Lead Poisoning. He puked on himself and felt like
shit. He sat up in the hospital bed, managed to get up and rip the IV out
of his arm. Blood ran down his arm as he proceeded to strangle the young
sleeping boy in the bed next to him and said "Boy Boy YOU are my Toy Toy."
The nurse on duty came running in and...instantly stuck herself inside him.
He had become more than a man. He was an entity. He walked through the
hospital, swalling all those who did the slightest notion towards him, and
some who didn't. He got outside to find the SWAT team awaiting him...which
of course he instantly swallowed up as well. Scientists coming to visit him
and do black hole research met their doom the same way. Tne only thing safe
from being consumed by this once inanimate object was...The EXCALIBUR. But
where was the EXCALIBUR? Far far away..."will I take the journey, or will I
not?" he said very profoundly. He hopped on the next 2:30 flight to...


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You (or "Obligatory 'I-know-more-about-you-than-you-do' story")

By Fuckhead
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So You get home from a long day at work/school/unemployment line, and are
bushed. You don't feel like doing anything in the least bit creative, not
even lying down and listening to music. What You will do, and You do it day
after day, is sit down and watch the tube for a few hours. Roseanne, Full
House, Cops, maybe some "Near Death" tabloid show, and most definitely the
7:00 airing of Inside Edition on the Fox network. You've learned to get
into this pattern, You see no need to break it. Why be creative when You
have 30someodd channels to be creative for You? So in the midst of all the
tabloid shows that people have forgotten are tabloids, and rely on for the
news, and episodes of Arsenio Hall, You momentarily forget about how funny
it is when he puts down the entire white race every 45 seconds, and let
yourself watch commercials for 2 minutes before You start following some
"unsolved" type show. You kinda zone out during the commercials, and here's
what your subconscious gets:

Buy Lever 2000 soap, you'll get laid by an incredibly built member of the
opposite sex.
Buy this car, you and your friends will be laughing whenever you are in it.
Buy this gum, you will have a hot female for your every need by your side.
Buy this home entertainment system and you will be the coolest kid in town.

So back to your tv shows.
Then to bed.
Then to school/work/unemployment line.
Then back to the land of tv.

Buy soft drinks, you'll have fun.
Buy beer, you'll have a great time. Notice they don't sip the shit on tv.
(Who can blame them?)
Buy cigarettes, and live a free life.
Buy jeans, and be really deep and dramatical. With a half naked member of
the opposite sex, o' course.

So back to your tv shows.
Then to bed.
Then to school/work/unemployment line.
Then back to the land of tv...sigh...WAIT! Today is a shopping day! Wow!

You get to the supermarket. Instead of buying your usual soap, You buy the
new expensive brand. You don't smoke, but see some while in the lineup, and
can't resist, You think abut being free. You go to the mall. You buy
yourself 2 new pairs of jeans. They are Guess jeans, they look the same as
your old brand, but with these on, you'll half half-naked members of the
opposite sex on You in a SECOND. And they cost a hell of a lot more, but
it's gotta be worth it, look at their ads!

Fuck You.
And don't say you're not like this if you know you are. Go to a goodwill
and buy a pair of jeans there for about 1/1000000s of the price! Buy
generic food (In case you are an idiot, they are bagged by the same
companies that produce the "real mccoys" of whatever the brand in question
is, ie: Old Dutch potato chips for the Safeway brands...), so save yourself
more money, and get the same fucking product.
Brew your own beer! Take back your mind. Don't fall prey to the dying kids
on Benetton ads, you know what? They don't get anything if you buy
Bennettons' shit. You probably go "Awww, look at the poor dying kid", and
rush out and buy some articles of clothing from Bennetton. Think about the
ads you see. Then turn them off. Buy what YOU want to, not what they want
you to.

Buy yourself a copy of Adbusters magazine, it has changed my life, I
hope it will to yours too.

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"NATIVITY IN BLACK-A TRIBUTE TO BLACK SABBATH"

Review by Gauzehead
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Well, I've always wondered what the Sabbath song "N.I.B." stood for, and I
guess I know now. Maybe. So after hearing "Kiss My Ass", the KISS tribute
album, I realized that these things are just excellent to listen to if you
are a big fan of the original band, if not, it will probably bore the hell
out of you. So to spare you other shit talk like that, I'll get right down
to the track-by-track, in order:

Biohazard-"After Forever". A smile crossed my face from the second I heard
Billy yell "Yo this is Biohazard from Brooklyn, New York, dropping some
homage to the masters, Black Sabbath, '94 muthafuckas!" or something to that
effect. Cheesy as it may sound, this is a highlight track, they prove that
they are the future of "crossover" or whatever for sure.

White Zombie-"Children of the Grave". A little long, a little too many
samples for my liking, but that's WZ for you. Still rules.

Megadeth-"Paranoid". Wow, they are cheesy, but this is really a great
cover! I'm really surprised. Cool.

1,000 Homo DJ's-"Supernaut". Just reminds me of how I hate industrial
music, it just puts me to sleep.

Ozzy Osbourne w/Therapy?-"Iron Man". Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy. You wouldn't do the
reunion tour, but you do this? Sad... The vocals were even recorded half
way around the fucking world, then overdubbed over Therapy?s' tunes, which
are really cool themselves.

Corrosion of Conformity-"Lord of This World". C.O.C. rule. That Pepper
dude who sung Vote With A Bullet has taken over full lead vocal duties
(though you wouldn't even know!). C.O.C. rule. This is great.

Side 2:

Sepultura-"Symptom of the Universe". Sepultura manage to incorporate
"their" sound into their cut more than anybody else, except maybe Megadeth
or Type O Negative. Incredible drumming/percussion by Igor, these guys are
the future of metal. The acoustic ending is incredible. Probably my
favorite track.

Bullring Brummies-"The Wizard". Rob Halford on vocals (come on, you know
who he is) (OK, ex-singer for Judas Priest, now singing in Fight), guitarist
from Fight, Bill Ward on drums/Geezer Butler on bass (both from Sabbath <are
they still in Sabbath?>), Wino from The Obsessed on lead guitar. And some
guy on harmonica. This is great. I was listening to the drumming, thinking
how is was just as heavy as hell, then saw that it was Ward, who must be at
least 40, and that blew me away. One of my favorite cuts.

Bruce Dickinson w/ Godspeed-"Sabbath Bloody Sabbath". Who the hell are
Godspeed? What you'd expect from Bruce (ex-Iron Maiden singer). Produced
by Rachel Bolan, that goof from Skid Row with the funky nose-to-ear ring.

Ugly Kid Joe-"N.I.B.". Surprisingly good. Cool to hear that guys vocals on
this cut, don't ask me why!

Faith No More-"War Pigs (Live)". This has already been in my collection for
about 2 years, same live version, so I'm sick of it. I'll always love FNM,
they are always there for a laugh, even though that big Jim Martin guitarist
guy is gone. :-( Cool when he fucks up the vocals. Too long, but I guess
that's because I'm sick of it. Would have been great to hear them do
another Sabbath tune.

Type O Negative-"Black Sabbath". Oh my. This is really quite scary.
Slower than any song you've heard in your life, vocals deeper than any
Canadian could ever go, and the word "Satan" a lot more than in the
original. They break into their own thing a lot here. A great way to end
the album.

There is also 2 more Sabbath tribute albums I know of, one on Earache,
featuring all them English death metal bands on that label (anybody have
this, I would KILL for it!), and one (in Lyles' now) with Sacred Reich,
Cannibal Corpse, and a few others.

Other known covers:

Cathedral-"Solitude". B-Side for some rare promo 7" when they first signed
to Columbia. HEY SONY, YOU GUYS STILL OWE ME A COPY, I CUT UP MY CATHEDRAL
INLAY FOR THAT A FEW YEARS BACK!

Cannibal Corpse-"Zero the Hero". Weird. Not a Ozzy-era cover. On the
"Hammer Smashed Face" single thing. Excellent.

Brutal Truth-"Lord of This World". On the "Perpetual Conversion" EP.
Another really really good cover.

Anthrax-"Sabbath Bloody Sabbath". I think this was on a re-release of their
first, "Metal Thrasing Mad". Or maybe it was just the first version. Was
it live? Ah well...

Ozzy did a bunch of covers on his "Just say Ozzy" live EP.

Ozzy also did some on his "Live & Loud" live boxed set.

Cathedral do some "Iron Man" riffage on their 22 minute "song" "Voyage of
the Homless Sapien" on their (43 minute) EP, Statik Majik. (Also on the
American EP, Cosmic Requiem, almost the same thing (read: $)).

Pantera-"Planet Caravan". On their newest, "Far Beyond Driven". These guys
rule, this cover rules, they even did a video for it which rules. Saw them
play it live, and the guitarist from Sepultura (did I mention how much I
love the Sepultura cover?) came out and smoked a joint. The power of Black
Sabbath.

So there ya go. And in the midst of all of this, don't forget to listen to
some Black Sabbath! I own the first LP on vinyl, and that's all I really
need...

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The art of shoplifting

By an (obviously) anonymous user.
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Some good stores in Victoria to grab free shit:

A+B Sound...Boy what a joke. Just watch out for any stickers. But most of
their stuff doesn't have stickers anymore. Best to take the little plastic
wrapping with you (check for stickers!), just for evidences case.

Book stores...Well, these places don't except people to steal from them.
So, seeing as how most magazines aren't worth the $, might as well just grab
them. Check out the one downstairs Eatons center (go in the main entrance,
hang a left when you get off the escelators) for an OK mag selection.

Goodwills, etc....Well, Value Village can actually be risky I hear, but any
other one is a joke. And it's great some of the gems you can find in those
places, old books, LPs, etc.

*Tip 1: It's important to NEVER make eye-to-eye contact with an employee.
*You might as well give up there and then. Use peripheral vision, otherwise
*you're fucked.

Record store upstairs Eatons mall, Taco Ole'! side...They have the selection
of movies right out in the mall hall, so you can just sit out, casually look
through them, use some peripheral vision, and put them down by your legs, so
they are totally out of sight to any clerks, and then up your shirt, etc.
Just watch out behind you for any kind of security!

*Tip 2: Buy something after you've swiped something! That can't be any
*better! If a friend is buying something, arrange for you to actually pay
*for it. What clerk would suspect that?

Tanners (Sidney!)...Well, the clerks are pretty snoopy there, buying
something is almost a must. There is hidden cameras behind some wooden shit
above the mags (look, and you'll see) that project onto a TV behind the
counter. A great thing is, there is maybe 4 cameras, and the views
alternate on the TV behind the camera, so the chance that they are looking
during the 1/2 second you are doing the deed is very slim. A sure fire way
to pull it off is to get a friend to buy something as you are scamming
whatever. The clerk's eyes will be on the buyer, not the cameras (behind the
clerk, maybe you'll see your friend (or vice-versa) stealing on the TV
behind the clerk! :-)
That's for magazines...

Safeways, Thriftys, etc....Watch out for undercover cops, they run rampant
in those places.

Corner stores...No way. Maybe some 5 cent candies in the fist...even when
you buy something. I don't know, depends on the store.

*Tip 3: For magazines, do a "down the pants, up the shirt" combo. Watch
*out for jackets, they just look really suspicious. For tapes, use pockets
*in your pants. For CDs, who knows, I've only gotten a couple in my time.
*Bags are a bad idea. Leave them at the door if you are supposed to. Use
*your natural resources. Small items, put it in your shoe or something!

Looks like my stealing days have come to an end. I've ripped off more
magazines and tapes than you could fathom. I've never been caught for the
past 3 or so years, so I'm gonna quit while I'm ahead. Stores must be
getting suspicious, especially my "regulars". I don't want to get caught, I
would feel like THEY won. And I'M going to come out laughing this time. So
I hope you've learned something, I hope the throne gets passed to a good
person who understands shoplifting is more than "free shit", it can be
analyzed down to a political statement. I've been in stores, and seen
people shoplift before, little do they know, and that is the coolest fucking
thing to see. So if you see somebody looking suspicious, cover him! The
favour could come back to you one day.

*Tip 4: If you don't know if you can do it or not, play it safe, and don't.

*Tip 5: Lots of stores that have video cameras in their stores, don't
*actually have those cameras ON. True fact.

Good luck, men...<sniff>.

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*LATE BREAKING BULLETIN! DON'T STEAL FROM THE BAY! INTENSE NEW SECURITY,*
*ETC., FINES AND OTHER SHIT. DON'T EVEN TRY, THEY DON'T HAVE ANYTHING *
*WORTWHILE ANYMORE SINCE THEY LOST THEIR CHEESY HORROR MOVIE SELECTION *
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We're All Gonna Die Anyway by The Cruiser


Okay. You're on the ferry, on the way to Van, cursing the fact that you're
totally dependent on this evil crown corporation to get you to any city
that's larger than Victoria. You've gone through Active Pass, it's now a
clear sail straight to Tsawassen. You notice it's a little hazy on the
horizon, looking north. You get closer to docking - the whole delta must be
totally fogged in or something. You get to shore, and start travelling
towards town. You look to the east - you can't even see the Coast
Mountains. Why is this? It is just really harsh fog? Is there some huge
forest fire? Is this the longest and cheeziest intro to a zine article
ever? None of these - welcome to Vancouver, the world's latest smog
central.

What's causing this? Aaah, shut up, you know what's causing it. What's
more, everyone else knows it too. Is there a solution? There's a partial
one, which could stop probably 90% of the smog currently being produced
from being produced. And that is: everyone, take your mother fucking CAR
and drive it off a mother fucking CLIFF. Of course no one will ever do
this. The daily-life pattern they've developed depends on having
convenient, quick transportation from place to place. That is, most adult
members of mainstream suburban society chose a place of residence that is
distanced from the throngs of people that occur near service areas -
downtown if you will. So if they ever need to consume something, or visit a
certain place five days a week in order to so empower them to further
consume things, they must hop in that car, turn that key, and burn those
fossil fuels, every time. Notice that if your destination is perhaps just a
15 minute walk from your home, and it's just a little chilly outside or
disfavourable in any way, you tend to use the car to go there. The car,
it's right there, it's just a short trip to the store, it doesn't hurt
anything, I'm buying heavy items, I'm tired from working all day, I don't
have time, I'm feeling lazy today, Frazier's on in ten minutes. Fuck you.

For these people it is too late. Perhaps they have kids who need rides to
school & sports practices. Maybe they work in like North Van and can't
afford to live any closer than Maple Ridge. Go then, go forth and spew ever
more CO2 from your 3000lb crutch. And fuck you by the way. Those of us who
have not yet committed ourselves to the machine, by the act of embarking on
a career that embraces capitalism in any way, or the act of reproducing
ourselves (which I personally will never forgive anyone for doing, that's a
whole other topic), we still have a chance to shape our lives around one
simple deed: NOT OWNING A CAR for the ENTIRE spans of our LIVES!!

You ask, "How on Gawd's Green Earth can this be possible??" I'll admit,
your standard of living may have to take a slight drop. The main thing is,
you have to be choosier about WHERE you take up residence, it would have to
be within walking/biking/bussing distance from your more frequent
destinations. There is such a vast array of conditions that apply that I
won't even attempt to cover even the most common "lifestyles" with regard
to how they can be maintained without owning a car. I'll tell you what I do
though. I ride a bicycle everywhere I go, unless I anticipate having to
carry heavy objects, in which I walk or bus depending on the situation. I
have lived like this in Victoria for over three years now. I'll tell you
that biking to work/school regularly, not even 5km each way, keeps me in
good enough condition to ride over to Langford, to Duncan or to Prince
George when the need or want to do so arises. Really, I never do any other
serious training. Damn, it seems so bloody obvious to me how to get along
without a car, that I'm at a loss for words to describe to you what the
differences are between my life and that of a car owner. Okay, so you can't
go cruising for chicks with your friends, or screaming at people walking on
the street who look even remotely uncool, or playing back the Ninja Turtle
soundtrack at 300 watts in a Fairway parking lot. So you have to think
twice about going to the store if it's snowing out. So fucking what, I've
adapted and so can anyone else who actually gives a shit about this world.

So if you own a car right now, please give some good hard thought to why
you do, and how bad life would really be without it. If life without one
is impossible (which of course it might actually be), think about every
time you turn the key, when you don't really have to. Every one of those
little trips adds up to that big grey layer of shit hanging over Vancouver
and Victoria.

If you want to talk to me (or argue with me) about any of this, please feel
free, you know where to find me -

The Cruiser

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"I'd Rather Be Flag Burning".

Propagandhi/I Spy split CD.

Review by Poophead
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Well this is a hard one to get a hold of, if you don't know anybody that has
it, you will have to mail away to one of the bands to get it. This is truly
the punkest thing I've seen in my life. 2 Canadian anarkist punk bands
joining together for a CD that is about 30 minutes long, with no help from a
record label. The inlay is a massive thing, I Spy have complete
explanations of all their songs, and some other stuff, Propagandhi have even
more political ramblings, etc. than their only LP, on Fat Wreck Chords, "How
To Clean Everything". The bands even say if you can't afford to buy the CD
they will send you a copy on a tape for cheaper. Fucken punk rawk shit we
have here, kids. As for the music (lest we forget), it is amazing.
Propagandhis' first song is a little 43-second hardcore number called
"The-Overtly-Political-But-Oh-So-Intensly-Personal Song" or something to
that extent. They proceed through about 7 or so tunes, including a re-done
version o' dat "Fuck Religion" song from their LP. "(I Want to See)Oka
Everywhere" and "...and we thought Nation-States were a bad Idea" are
classic melodic punk from Propagandhi. I Spy aren't quite as memorable,
more of a hardcore edge to them, but still incredible. Get this by all
means. Write to G7 Welcoming Committe Records (Propagandhi) at Box 3-905
Corydon Ave., Winnipeg, MB, R3M 3S3. Yes, there is punk past the Beastie
Boys, Green Day, or the Smashing Pumpkins. Don't go to Lollafaloosas, just
stay at home, and listen to this.

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SENCE

He ripped through the layers of his surroundings to see, but the binds of
his mind pulled him back. They once told him that there was only one way,
but the air was stale and the carpet was stained. So close to knowing no
more than knew, the taste in a mouth of something untrue. What was this
that drove him in to disbelief, no more than thrusting words that we speak.
A sour poke, impaled betray," just rise above it, you'll see some day".
Holding back a mixture of fear, going blind to what we see and we hear.
Picking apart those threads of the day, more rules of in his thoughts than
he'd care to obey. The tunnel he is forced down seems to end in at a wall,
what good is respect, just higher to fall. Force fed thoughts for far too
long, just can't fathom what's write for what's wrong. The taste of scabs,
the bitter truth. A few knots in a rope and you've got a noose....

aGenT-b

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Fuck this world
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By Dinkhead

While writing my Law 12 mid-term today, I noticed how long the questions
were, and how sloppy looking it was, and just hard to read. For example:

"s/he didn't know what was happening to him/her, so s/he figured it would be
best to get a policeman/woman on the scene."

To English 11 and I see:

"Person vs. him/herself"

as one of those "conflict" aspects of a story. What the fuck am I getting
at? Fuck political correctness, it's costing us trees for crying out loud.
I swear my Law test doubled in size because of all that. "Man vs. himself"
is much easier to remember, and I never found it to be sexually
disciminative at all, and I always keep an eye out for small unseen
discriminations. So fuck that. OK, that's all I had to say.

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Vhemt

By The Cruiser
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Every time I turn around, it seems, someone I know or someone related
to someone I know is pregnant. What they hell were they thinking??! I
can't think of one logical argument in favor of having a child, no
matter who you are, what financial or emotional state you're in, how
good of a parent you think you'll be, how much unprotected sex you've
had... or anything else. Let's examine this a bit further.

Okay, if you haven't been sitting in your room staring at pictures of
Trent and Kurt and Billie Joe for the last ten years, you're probably
familiar with the current plight of our mother earth of late. Of all
the problems the planet now faces, can you name one, even one, that
would have occurred if there weren't close to six billion
motherfuckers (I'll refer to them as "humans" hereafter) consuming it?
Of course not! Other than the fact that, well, you might not have ever
been born as a human to enjoy it. I certainly don't see any negativity
inherent in this possibility, no one is suffering in that scenario.
So, let's just state the obvious: by NOT having a child, you are not
causing any suffering; there is no soul of a new human out there
somewhere who is just pining for a chance at being born but being
denied this opportunity by evil condom-users. This, I feel, is
obvious, until such time as scientists discover that black holes are
actually massive storage tanks for potential human souls, or something
like this. It won't happen.

Okay, you still want to reproduce yourself. One possible explanation
is that you have extra time and money, and have heard from your
parents how rewarding parenthood can be, having able-bodied adult
children still alive to roll you to the ICU when your hip breaks,
etc. This is a wholly inconsiderate attitude. Is it not yet obvious
that each new human produced will be another resource-consumer,
contributing its share to the woes of the planet and ensuring the
demise of humanity within the next 30 years? If you're North American,
your offspring will use 10 times the resources during its medically-
and chemically-extended life span then one of the people in the third
world. Where's the logic? If you're anti-PC and non-environmentally
conscious and want a child for selfish reasons, consider that in order
for you to BE selfish, it'd be in your interest to preserve your
domain - and producing another motherfucker, whoops, human, is
uproariously obviously not the way to do this. To you, I say, ADOPT!
There are no fewer than 1 billion starving children ALREADY living for
you to choose from. And if you're some kind of racist swine, there are
thousands of white kids in orphanages up for grabs on your own bloody
continent. You want to pass on your genes to a new human? What for?
Chances are you're an asshole for wanting to give birth - and who
needs another asshole. If you're not, your child will just rebel
against your mild nature in its teenagehood, then try heroin and drive
its car off the road in the Hollywood Hills, just like Dylan. You just
want to produce something? Go take a dump, or build a boat, or solve
Fermat's last theorem. Any of these might immortalize your name, how
is that not as good as having a child?

In a global community, the least we North Americans can do is set a
good example for the exploding populations of the developing parts of
the world. We can use our education to start a trend towards curbing
population growth and, in fact, encouraging population decline. The
current structure of the "economy", an entity all its own nowadays,
dictates that the "health" of a nation is guaged by its "growth". The
growth of a demand for goods and services depends on the growth of the
number of demanders - thus a nation becomes more powerful if it has
more people. This mentality is the basis of the wholesale destruction
of earth that is imminent, and it, along with capitalism and all it
entails, must go out the window before the earth can be saved!! One of
the easiest ways a person can make this statement is to NOT have a
child! So please, everyone, don't... no one is forcing you!

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*ATTENTION! The following short story was written by Uber Mench and sent *
*in for the zine, but was in Mac text file format. So any fuckups are not*
*his fault ("Yo disorder was theirs"? :-)), they're the fault of the *
*lame computer industry. *
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BETTER NOT KNOWING
A Fable

In those days, so much was unaccounted for that they decided to base their
economy on what they didn't know.
It made sense: a life where everything is known is not worth very much,
people said, so not knowing much be a precious thing!
And even more logical, as soon as they saw the unknown as their greatest and
most inexhaustible resource, they immediately became the richest people in
the world.
At first, everything went very well and everyone was happy.
People would clean out their closets or harvest their sleep for marvelous
and mysterious things to take to market where they would exchange them for
yet other marvelous and mysterious things.
There arose a huge trade in the unexplained and inexplicable. Bartering for
who-knows-what became a high art, full of tricks and trumps, subtle sidesteps
and flamboyant backflips.
To explain was to cheapen, so if you could get others to tell you about what
they were selling - or sometimes even just why - then obviously you could
have
it for less.
But you had to be careful: the more you knew about what you were bidding for,
the less desirable it was to acquire.
And after many changes of hands, known properties were cursed and almost
impossible to dispose of.- You can't pass that off on me!
I know what it is...- Yes, but you have no idea what it's really not worth!-
And what makes you think I can't tell?- Because otherwise you'd know what a
bargain I'm giving you!
Walking through the marketplace, you soon realized there were two schools of
traders: the trusting ones who accepted whatever they weren't told and the
doubting ones who had to know how much they weren't being told.
Who got the better deals, no one could say - and of course, no one wanted to
know.
It got to the point that if you tried to sell someone something, they would
either insist you keep it in the bag and not show them anything: or they
would ask you to show them the bag with nothing in it, just to know how much of a mystery it was - b not
Not surprisingly, the best traders were the ones who could make what wasn't
in the bag seem worth more than any actual unknowns.
So it was that one of the most clever merchants - and one of the laziest -
had a tantalizing thought.
If what isn't in the bag is the real buy, suppose I turn the bag inside-out?
Or better yet, what if I put all I now in the bag and just sell everything
else...?
Yes, that would no doubt save a lot of work, but how to do it?
How to first gather up everything you knew, then find a bag big enough to
hold it all?
The merchant did a quick mental inventory.
Let's see now, what do I know?... There's my house.
I know all the rooms very well.
And my family, I probably know them better than I care to think about.
Father, with his stupid little jokes, and Mother, forever not-saying what
she means.
Then, of course, there are my friends, the other traders.
No, they'd never agree to climb into my bag!
How would I ever sell anything of their own again?
Why, there are whole parts of town, the streets I know like the back of my...
Hmm, this was getting all rather difficult.
Where could you ever hope to find a bag to hold all that?
And would one thin layer of paper really be enough to keep in the knowns?
Could cloth cover?
And how could you know for sure you'd gotten everything in?
Maybe the bag itself would have to know...
Maybe it would be wiser to begin by reducing the number of things you knew, to start by un-knowing tngs.
By forgetting.
Yes, let's get stupid.
Easier said than done!
To learn to know less than when you started, to remember to forget - if this
wasn't backwards thinking, what was?
Or maybe even inside-out and backwards.
The merchant's head was tied in knots, twisting imaginary arms, reaching into
non-existing cavities, inverting unseemed linings.
The old magic trick: nothing up it, but you still had to have a sleeve.
Now we've all out-smarted ourselves at one time or another, but try to
out-dumb yourself.
And then, just enough to know what'd you done!
You had to remember you were selling something, after all.
Tricky business.
Might as well throw a bag over your own head so you didn't know what's who or
when's why.
Just then, our merchant had the very least meaningful thought.
Here's how.

Very early the next day, befor the sun came up, a silhouetted figure was seen
creeping - or rather not seen, because everyone was still asleep (but you can
keep a secret, can't you?)
Stealing into the marketplace, the shadow moved quick as a thief from stall
to stall, picking the locks, pulling untold stores and sacks of unknown
merchandise from the shelves and piling them out in the aisles.
Yet instead of robbing all the traders of their would-be-goods, this shady
character began to shift things from one stack to another, carefully noting
which items were now where.
Which was as good as no where to anybody else, because by the time the
perpetrator had finished this questionable business, the whole place was
turned upside-down.
Nothing was in its container any more and everyone's stock was jumbled out in
plain view.
Piles and piles of what-not were scattered about like the wake of a whirlwind,
the passages waist-deep in tides of ignoratum.
If there was any method here, it was invisible to all but rats and madmen.
When at last, with the first rays of dawn, the merchants arose and made their
way to market to receive the early shipments of don't-tell-me's for the day,
they didn't know what to think.
Someone had shuffled their deck - shold they be pleased or upset?
Was this truly the chaos it seemed?
Or was some demon keeping silent score?
On the one hand, everything was out in the open.
Customers and clients could easily examine the merchandise.
And that would send prices crashing down.
This was clearly the work on an anarchist!
On the other hand, maybe this wasn't anything to get upset about. True, each
merchant's wares had been scrambled every which way, but it had happended to
the entire market.
All at once, indiscriminately, across the board.
So everyone was even and no one had any particular advantage (except perhaps
the one who did it, if indeed there was some murky mastermind at work here).
And since nobody know what each other originally had, nobody could tell what
had actually been theirs or somebody else's look-alikes. That meant if
everyone simply divided up the mess into equal shares, none of the merchants
should have any complaint.
This is clearly the work of a communist!
On the third hand - the one under the table - supposing you could sell the
incomprehensibility of it all, instead of the sight-unseen-ness of the things
themselves - the lack of apparent reason and not the insubstantiality?
That would up the stakes, or no?
Supposing the value weren't in the not-what of the things, but in the not-why
of things?
But what would that mean?
Especially if you yourself weren't in on which system really wasn't the one
that counted.
Obscurity is yours to offer only if you have some anlge on the light.
This is clearly the work of an occultist ! A mystic !
Whether to laugh or cry: it was a cruel trick, indeed, but no one had a clue
which way to be offended.

No one but our friend, of course, who was smiling from the shadows.
Smiling and very, very tired.
For someone who was looking for a way to make an easy fortune, the early
morning hour's labours had been exhausting.
It's getting hard just to be lazy these days.
Doing nothing, doing it well, takes preparation.
To rest while all the others work, you either have to work their off hours.
Or else you have to get them to do your work for you, without them even
suspecting.
Keep them busy, keep them in the dark.
Create confusion, but let them maintain it for themselves.
You don't want to stay on your feet just to cast shade.
Now, for once, before should some happened once weren't angle maintain it for
themselves.
Yo the disorder was all theirs.
An unfair advantage not to be wasted!
Lists in hand, checking over each itemized account, it was going to be a
bright beautiful day.
Enough dastardly deeds, time to relax.
And with that, our connoisseur of chaos and profiteer of perfect
purposelessness, turned to go.
But sometimes, even a one-eyed king walks blind into a wall.
Years passed.
Times changed and even multiplied.
The realm was hardly recognizable as the same country.
Something was missing, though none could say just what was different.
People looked back on the old days as a golden age of unknowing - or so they
supposed.
Not that they know any more than in the old days, but they had stopped
knowing less.
Things made nonsense now: it was an insensible area.
And that was by no means the worst of it.
No, they did not abandon their unthinkable economy.
Rather it had gravitated in an impossibly plausible direction.
They could not have seen it coming - who would have? - but now they had
leaders who appealed to their Quality of Ignorance.
Thus began the Reign of the Whethermen, who cold describe and explain and
quantify a seemly shape to their aimless state - about half the time.
Using curves and bars, numbers and equations, they grayed-in trends
inunknowing.
There were schools of forgetting.
Now they know what they did not know - on the average.
This was said to be a Better Not Knowing.
The new, improved haphazard.
Everyone walked around squinting. Eyes half-open - or medium-closed -
blinking constantly, people wandered hit-or-miss through exactly twilit
interiors.
All had bruises on their brightness, which were considered a sign of beauty.
Permutations perfumed, factors flourished.
Doubt became cache (though privacy grew suspect).
I the aesthetically pervasive gloom, announcements were put up everywhere to
disregard, and sign-painters profited from hyphenation as the not-names
doubled (though you could no longer deny either-or). Predictably, guessing
was discouraged.
But like they say, no news is twice news: once when you didn't hear it and
once when you didn't pass it on.
Still, people were effectively happy.
Trade was brisk, even as bartering fell from favour.
Supply on-the-whole met demand, marriages were more-or-less affordable.
For the first time anyone could not remember, you could retire on what you
didn't know.
Many had pocket money and would occasionally splurge on
nothings-in-particular, though none could say whence came this affluence.
Few had any real recollection of a past, for who could recall what they never
knew?
Actual memories were very rare indeed, but since this was not an economy of
scarcity, it was no great loss.
So it was hardly surprising that when a beggar crawled out from beneath the
dim vaults and began ruminting out loud about the way things used to be, no
one had the slightest idea what was wrong with the poor creature.- I was
there, befor the lot of you!
Before things were better!- Ignore the wretch.
Teach the nuisance not to lick wounds out in view!- Why waste good ignorance?
anyone so cleaver, it's their own fault!
There was something almost indecent about the old charlatan's insistence on
reminiscing, yet there was something oddly familiar about this crusty
character too.
A crowd gathered.
Jeered and provoked, pacing the public square where the market used to stand
- or so proclaimed one of several possible inscriptions - the rag-picker
commenced to raise a commotion.- Do you know me?
Well, I know each and every one of you.
I was there!- Wouldn't brag how much you know!
That's why you're so broke!- Ha ha ha!
Stick around here in our times and you might get rich!- Rich?
I'm the one who did the big switch!
I got you by your accounts!in unknowing ruminating before there this around
our
And at that, the lost soul threatened to reveal...how was that again? No one could
believe their ears: a secret code?
Who even remembered that fateful morning in the marketplace?
And even if they could, what difference would that possibly make any more?
There was more than enough forgetfulness to absorb a few stray memories; the
vast unknown had nothing to fear from a handful of names.
Brandishing a scrap of paper, worn and worried virtually illegible, our
once-and-never merchant proceeded to read off a litany of scribblings.
- Stall A-101: Five crates such-and-such, twelve cases this-and-that, two
packs miscellaneous etcetera...Booth B
And on and on and on.
When all of a sudden, the strangest thing happened.
The list grew faint in those aged hands.
It was fading into thin air!
The lines and wrinkles started to vanish from that wizened countenance.
And before anybody could notice, our nobody began to look less and less like
somebody and more and more like everybody else - if you can picture that!
Within moments the face had disappeared into the crowd, no puff of smoke, no
fanfare, and was never seen again.
The people soon forgot why they were standing around and presently went about
their business.
No one knows if they all lived happily ever after or not.

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Melvins - "Stoner Witch".

Review by The Cruiser
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Fans of underground grunge-type music from way back before grunge
found its way to MTV lately have had two choices: stop listening to
the stuff or be labelled a bandwagon jumper. Those who don't care what
other people think of them (evidently few) continue to loop their CD
copy of Bleach, while most of us turned to other types of music that
we aren't being bombarded with over the FM radio and TV airwaves. But
to quench that urge to slam your head around to some true thunder-
grunge you can still, as always, turn to the last bastion of major
label untrendiness, the Melvins.
Their Atlantic debut of 1993, Houdini, was a failure in the eyes of
the fans and the industry: Cobain's name being all over the insert as
a guest musician and producer was supposed to sell the product, but in
the end no one bought it. Re-recordings of older songs (in particular
"Night Goat", one 7-minute side of a 7" single on Amphetamine Reptile)
were done with the attention span of the 11-year-old male consumer in
mind, and it was just too obvious. Half the songs followed the Teen
Spirit really-quiet-into-really-heavy formula.
Now that that stupid unshaven fucking slurring bastard has scattered
his brains from here to White Plains, the Melvins can move on. After
Houdini they made an album, "Prick" which Atlantic deemed to weird to
release - the band handed it to Am.Rep. to release, and it's a fine
experimental outing with little in the way of conventional music. But
other people and bands do the anti-modern-rock thing better. But when
Buzzo and Dale and whoever's-on-bass-this-time get into a studio to
lay down structure, they do it extremely well. This album is just as
solid, thick, drawn-out, overdramatic, pounding and cryptic as
whatever previous album you consider their best so far. List this band
as the only major labeller to use the memory of Kurt's sugary visage
to their artistic advantage (ie. reaching millions of listeners with
commercially unviable sounds) rather than the CEOs' financial
advantage. What you should really do is rip off the album or tape it
off your friend, and send your money directly to the band, they
deserve it.

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PIRATING...WHY NOT?

By Guy

"Prices for software would go down considerably if people stopped pirating."
Bullshit! When I copy a game, the software company does not LOSE any money,
because I probably wouldn't have bought the fucking thing in the first
place. "Real" pirates say they simply provide people a free preview, and
then encourage them to buy the item in question if they like it. Well...
If I own a copy of a game and like it, I'm not going to go spend an
outrageous amount of money on it...How can these companies expect unemployed
teens (Their prime target audience) to buy all these games?? It won't
happen. It IS possible to make games virtually impossible to be copied, so
why don't they do that? As it is, most can be copied with a cheap,
fast piece of shit copy program...I look around me, and perhaps, perhaps,
10% of these disks are originals...The law says you are allowed to make one
ARCHIVE for backup purposes only...I say fuck it all, let's go steal some
blank disks and copy away! OK, just had to add some "fuck the law" in case
there was any lack of...

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Book Review: Diet For A New America by John Robbins, Stillpoint
Publishing.

This is subtitled "How Your Food Choices Affect Your Health, Happiness,
and the Future of Life on Earth". I just bought it this morning and
can't wait any longer to tell you all about it. I have now read 70 of
its 381 pages and can already confirm that this is "One of the most
important documents of the 20th Century", a little promotional quote
printed on the cover. This book is already apparently on the bestseller
list, so there's not much need for me to push it any more. But I'll tell
you this: if you can read this book, and thereafter can even be forced
to consume any animal product, then you are one heartless and brainless
fuck. Granted, I've already been a vegan (meaning no meat, no dairy, no
eggs, no honey, no animal products whatsoever enter my mouth) for
several months and a vegetarian (just no meat) for three years, and
already fully convinced of the ethical/moral/political/health reasons
for being such. So of course I agree with all the arguments here, right?
But this book is so much more than arguments and appeals to your
emotions, it is a well researched list of all the atrocities being
committed against animals at all levels of agribusiness in the United
States (and Canada too, don't kid yourself, you've seen those Island
Farms cow/chicken prisons all over the island). To top it off, John
Robbins was born the son of a partner in the ownership of the
Baskin-Robbins ice cream corporation, the largest in the U.S., and he
turned down the chance to be running the thing, in order that he would
have time to found the EarthSave Foundation. Oh, how I would love to
hand a copy of this book to every stupid ignorant fucking shithead I see
eating a Big Mac, a Blizzard, a Subway pizza sub, even a turkey at
fucking Christmas. Offense fully intended.

To get you started, in the time it takes you to read this paragraph,
2000 male baby chickens have been suffocated in (not individual) plastic
bags, because they are male and don't produce eggs. And, as you might
suspect, they are the lucky ones.

Us vegans are finally armed and ready for verbal warfare with all the
meatheads out there. Now they truly have no leg to stand on.

And for those still not convinced that humans can survive without
consuming animal products, go get _Vegan_Delights_ by Jeanne Marie
Martin, for your guide to where to find all the nutrients you need and
for dozens of recipes. Both these book are readily available (when in
stock) at even mall book stores. And e-mail me at

[email protected]

for a copy of the internet vegan FAQ (frequently asked questions) list.
Let's all put a stop to this shit. Your only justification for allowing
it to go on, is laziness. And God hates lazy people. (That's sarcasm,
you stupid fucks!)

The Cruiser

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Concluding Bullshit
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Well, here it is. Sloppy, shitty, and somewhat offensive and annoying. But
that's punk rock. I would *love* to see another issue of Zero Tolerance
come out one day, but it's all up to you. If you would like to read more of
this shit, write up some articles, and send them to Pop Tates' or Zombie
House, and mention it's for Zero Tolerance. My sons, the future is in YOUR
hands. Will you be a man, or a Jack Tripper? KISS fucking rule. Another
big thanx to those who contributed, you rule. And winter sucks because my
cat stays inside in the warm more, and uses her litter more, and smells up
my room more. If anybody knows why humans yawn (scientifically speaking, o'
course), or how cats purr, tell me please.

And hey, if some of the opinions above peed you off, write an article
showing your side o' the fence! <Sly grin which should belong to an ad exec>.
Till we meet again...

Jughead.
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