When power is placed
in the service of vicious reaction, a language must be called into
being which does its best to appropriate such obscenity of power and
throw its excesses back in its face. Criticism of such language is
simply squeamish or christianly--language being expected to turn the
other cheek, not stick out its tongue; offer a handshake of
reconciliation, not stick up a finger in an obscene, defiant gesture...
By the laws of Gitche Gumee
stood my lover, Backside Pouting,
shouts my help-meet, backside flouting,
It's not moral, doing nothing.
Get out of here, get me some money,
screw. Pumping heavy metal's mean,
Jack-off, forego sculpting abs obscene.