Things have gotten so bad for the Emos that police have had to come in and protect them, a civic duty somewhat akin to guarding a child molester while he moves from one cell block to another.
Thousands of presumably weeping Emos have started gathering in protest, foolishly making it all the easier for beefy Mexicans to round them up and smack the white lipstick off of their pimply faces. Put
in your livejournal, bitches.
Fights have even broken out between
the various subsets of self-involved Mexican teens. Marauding bands of Rockabilly kids clash with the Metalheads and Emos like itâs all some ridiculous re-enactment of The Warriors
Which, if it is, they should have better group names, like âthe dEMOlitionistsâ or âRockaKILLy.â âRockabillyâ just doesnât have the panache of âThe Orphans.â Speaking of which, something I always wondered about that movie: if theyâre penniless orphans, how did they all afford to get matching sets of rags made that say âThe Orphansâ on the back?
But I digress. Hey, take a look at this Mexican anti-Emo hate site!
Most of it is just bleeps and blips to me (I only read the Queenâs English), but I notice something about Emo being âgayâ there on the right, and the linking article tells me they call themselves an âAnti-Emo Death Squad.â
You know, Iâm beginning to think this could be just the kind of important cause Mexico can finally gather behind. I predict weâll be hearing a lot more from these brave citizens.
Iâd watch out if I were you, Scenesters (Jesus, just look at them. I can hardly stand it).