tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767292359356432548.post8222566393785728545..comments2023-08-19T01:26:03.777-07:00Comments on Metal Only. No Rubbish.: I predict a riotJonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13439169949165545033noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767292359356432548.post-72114846196884620582011-03-23T22:55:44.556-07:002011-03-23T22:55:44.556-07:00You're right Matt, I think the point when your...You're right Matt, I think the point when your Mum can spot a riot coming, it's probably gone too far. I always though the problem was that you had these burly guys with too much power, an inbuilt prejudice of difference and not enough brains. I don't think I met a single cop who said "yeah, this is just a day job. At night I'm studying neural science." Yeah, give the guy's with no educational options the guns, that's a good idea... <br /><br />That being said, having access to the punk scene in LA must have been great. I had no such luck geography wise being stuck in the wilds of the Deep North of Queensland for my late teens/early twenties.Jonathanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13439169949165545033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4767292359356432548.post-74425816749835953202011-03-23T19:41:16.365-07:002011-03-23T19:41:16.365-07:00I know whereof you speak. I grew up in Los Angeles...I know whereof you speak. I grew up in Los Angeles. I was a fan of Punk Rock. Therefore, yes, I got beat up by the cops. Several times. The Rodney King riots were no surprise to me, nor to anyone I knew out there. Including even my Mom. Heck, I got three ribs broken by a mounted cop with a club, when I was trying to leave a riot. Cops are cops, kids are kids, and the two don't mix.Matt "Max" Vanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15126126569405496001noreply@blogger.com