Ah good old Henry Rollins…if I had to pick a spokesman for my American punk rock generation it would be Henry. He never quite reached the poetic heights of the music and words of the Minutemen, but we lost D. Boon too fucking early on this journey, so we are left with the bright mind and intense, yet still somewhat goofy words of Henry as he continues to hand the idiot fucks of the world the delicious thrashing they deserve. Here he is even volunteering to take that wretched reptile Ann Coulter off the public stage of buffoonery she has constructed for herself and give her a nice new home. He has a show on IFC which you should of course tune in for.

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