Fuck You, I Won't Do What You Tell Me!

by Mike Wasdin

Damn, I love that song!  Killing In The Name Of, by Rage Against The Machine. Every time I hear it, my blood starts pumping, my foot starts stomping and I get a 10-inch hard on, (okay, so maybe I’m extrapolating with the hard on a bit) and I am ready for a revolution!  

It’s time for the gloves to come off, no more Mr. Nice Guy! I am tired of picking nice little ways of expressing my feelings toward the government.  This time I want to say exactly what I feel: “Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!”

I would love nothing more than to stand up on national television and recite those lyrics over and over again, so that every worthless government flunky would know exactly what I think of them.  I know that by my saying this, that I will come across as nothing more than a ranting, rebellious punk, but fuck it; so be it!  

I would like to make a plea to everyone reading this. I would like to ask that everyone stand up in your living rooms on election night and scream as loud as you can, “Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!” while looking at both of the pathetic losers on your television screen. I know it will accomplish nothing, but it will be a liberating experience just the same.

Better yet, walk outside on your balcony or in your front yard and scream it to your neighbors, “Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!” When they come out to look at the maniac outside, get them involved as well. I would like to walk out and hear, “Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!” echoed all across America . I want that to be our battle hymn, as we fly the Gadsden flag.

Write your congressman and tell him, “Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!” Stop a cop on the street and tell him, “Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!” If you have kids in the government syndicate school system, pull them out and tell them, “Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!” Call the IRS and every other alphabet agency and scream it to them, “Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!”

No mistake about it, the government is your enemy; know your enemy. You are a complacent cow, eagerly waiting to lick the hand of the rancher who is about to send you to the slaughterhouse.  Wake up, rip the system, fight the war, and fuck the norm!

Of course we all know what is really going to happen. The sheep are going to be glued to their television sets, like a crack head’s lips stuck to a crack pipe; while they sit in awe of these two parasites on their screen.

Oh well, it was a good fantasy while it lasted! I will, however, be listening election night, hoping that just maybe, someone might heed my words. Even a distant echo would be encouraging . . . “Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!”