Sometimes You Just Have To Root For The Underdog

Now that’s a shitload of dead firemen! While I’m neither easily impressed nor callous, I just gotta give props where props are due: Go fire go! Too long have you been imprisoned by our generating stations, cigarettes and stoves; held down by the stranglehold of learned servitude — kept in check by our plentiful water. Fire rarely, if ever, gets its due. We bask in its heat while never once pondering the parentage of our artificial room-temperature. Firemen on the other hand are constantly on the receiving end of one sociopolitical handjob or another by simply getting paid to snuff out an energy that dares to bring a kineticism with its potential. But kids don’t want to grow up to be fire. It’s that suffix, man. -men! Fucking pigs. So next time some shill hands you a poster of a fireman, set fire to it. Go fire go!