iXHS Issue 22 About Conformity By Shot Gun Hating the government has become so faddy now that we, the teens of the 90s, live in the generation of rebellion. The generation against conformity and law; a generation where total chaos seems like the k00lest thing in the world. When it comes down to it, however, none of us know why we hate the government. We've gone astray. We've lost track. We can't tell the difference between what is right and what is just pathetically stupid. We are followers in a world of pseudo-intellectuals, pseudo-leaders and pseudo-philosophers. We don't know who to follow and we don't know who to blame; so we follow the crowd and blame the government for all the negatives in our lives. We don't care who we hurt, or what we damage or who we steal from or who we beat on or what we waste or anything. This is the age of the "anarkaic" life-style. It's the age to be an anarkist! To set fire to things and swear at each other. It's the age to waste our years consuming alcohol, smoking weed and watching porn. Burn the books! Kill the teachers! Religion is dead! We're atheists! Nothing will stand in our way! We are rising to power, but we need money from our parents first. Then we'll take down the government because we hate it . It's our time! The Anti-Conformists have risen and are coming. They are us. They are in us. They are a part of us. The anti-conformist in our blood and the rebel in our soul. We're coming out. We're shooting out and we're spreading like wild fire and there is nothing the PIGS! can do about it. We rule; but we don't even know who we are. We're all genius' and the adults can't tell us otherwise. No one can. We're free and we're going to make this country free. We are in shackles because the government send the PIGS! to watch over us. They ruin our fun; but our time is near. The time to unite and finally overthrow the evil and then replace it with... replace it with... hell, we don't know! We don't need to know! Just as long as we're different. Then, like all good things, our anti-conformist ways must end. We must leave the ways of the rebel and the territory of the anarkist. We have to settle down like everyone else. We'll have to realize that Canada isn't that bad; we don't need to be rebellious. We'll find out that being anti-comformative is actually being conformitive. We'll realize that life has always been that way. We'll see that even with the PIGS!, life can still be good. There are plenty of our things to do, and that we don't need mayhem in our lives. We'll study history and geography and figure something new out. Canada is rated the best country to live in. "Wow", we'll say, "I didn't know that! And to think, we were going to burn these... what are these called again?! Oh yes! Books! What a marvellous tool! We're.. what are w- LEARNING! That's it! Hey! This is neat, maybe I'll make something of myself one day." We're not complete idiots. We just don't have a leader to follow and we haven't developed a mind. We're teenagers. We're young. We've got our music, our sports and our malls. Just leave us alone, Mr Government. Stop looking down on us. Oh wait, you're not looking down on us! HA! I just realized! We're hating you for nothing! What negative things have you done to us, I ask. Nothing. We hate you for nothing! Now we realize this. You, the government, aren't that bad. Your socialist-democratic ways actually make more sense than I had previously thought. Now that I UNDERSTAND, I am not as PREDJUDICE! I wish the rest of us would see this. But, sadly, most of us don't see this. They are anarkists, the Clan of Anti-Conformists, and the Hater of PIGS!. They are the mindless who keep us down. They make us looked down upon by the older generation. They can have their rebellious ways. They can have their cliques. They can have their condescending ways. They can have their super-cool status in society. They can have their make-up and hairspray. They can have their television and 90210. They can have what's hot and give me what's not. They can wear their over-priced fashions and Nike caps. They can have all that they want. And I could too. But... Why?