The End Of Punk, chapter 1
The End Of Punk
The dreaded day was nearly upon them; the Green Day trio sat in their beloved recording studio, in self-pity, wondering what they would do with their lives after punk rock. How would Billie survive never holding or playing his beloved Blue again, what would Mike do without his favourite black and white fender bass, or Tre' without his sacred drumstick. All the trio had ever known was about to be pulled out right from under their worshipped, punk ass.
A FEW MONTHS EARLIER
Bush entered the room he was so familiar with, the room where he had made the decisions that had changed the world many times over. Today he was to make another decision (which his father had informed him of the night before), he sat in his special chair at the head of the table, he liked this chair, it was squishy and was already moulded to the shape of his pompas, spoilt buttocks. The senators droned on and on with their usual pointless argument. As most of the words were way beyond five letters Bush understood very little of what they were saying, as a result he began to dose off.
Most of the senators didn't notice, as he usually didn't take any part in the conversation anyway. His mind started to wander back to last night's episode of Bush Rangers (airing at six o'clock just before his daddy was due to tuck him in), "POW, POW, POW, die die die you filthy mongrel, I'll see you in hell, POW, POW." Cheney gave him a light kick under the table to wake him up. When he opened his eyes he found it peculiar that everyone was looking at him so straggly. He then looked down to see his hands still frozen in the position of a gun; he quickly shuffled then below the table and said to his colleagues, "What am I purple or something." "Ooo that was smooth," he thought to himself.
"C'mon little Mr Bush I think it's time for your toilet break," said Cheney.
"Will you come?"
"Of course I will, come on this way." he said taking Bush's arm and leading him to the bathroom.
"Bush," Cheney said to him, who was still in the cubicle trying to figure out how the toilet paper dispenser works.
"Yes," said Bush, eventually just ripping the damn thing off the wall.
"I think you should think long and hard about what Rumsfeld suggested in there."
"Ok," said bush. Ok was a good word it usually stopped people talking about things he couldn't understand.
"Banning punk music is a big decision, there could be a backlash, but then again your approval rating is dropping due to these no good punks with their anti-war evil music."
"Ok."
"They constantly are putting down this great country of ours."
"Ok."
"So what do you think?"
"Ok."
Cheney knew Bush wasn't very good at English and figured he meant it's a good idea.
"Ok then, he said, do you need any help in there today?"
"Nuh'uh I'm a big boy now and I'm can do it all by myself."
"Alright then," Cheney said knowing he would take a while, "I'll go back and inform everyone of your decision."
"Ok," Bush said cheerfully, not knowing what that whole conversation had just been about.
That night as Bush's daddy tucked him in, Little Bush was unaware of the thousands of lives that would be ruined due to the descition he had made earlier that day. "How was your day today son?" Big Bush said.
"Alright daddy," Little Bush replied.
"I heard about your big decision."
"Ok daddy."
Big bush knew he wasn't very good at English and figured he meant something else.
"I'm really proud of you son, I might even get you that big yellow Tonka truck you've been wanting."
"Yay, the one that's double the size and double the tough," he said snuggling under his favourite Superman doona, his face gleaming in the reflection of his nightlight, which made little pictures on the roof.
"Alright then little Bushy it's way past your bed time, I think you should go to sleep now you've got a big day tomorrow."
"Aaaawww daddy just a little longer plllleeeaaaassseee."
"Now, now bed time, Big Bush," said walking out the room.
Just as he was about to turn off the light he poked his head back in and said, "You're the president of the greatest superpower in the world, you've got a lot of responsibility."
"Uuhhh, ok," Bush said almost asleep and not understanding that either.
A FEW MONTHS LATER
Suddenly, after hours of silence and self pity, Jason said drearily, "It's nearly time, switch on the tele Tre'." Without a word Tre' pulled the remote out from under himself and turned on the TV to CNN.
"Bush is about to make the announcement that will change radio stations play lists forever, said the news reader, and now we cross live to Sandra Brown who's there waiting for Bush to deliver the big speech."
"I can't believe he could do this, this time he's gone too far," Billie said, knowing it sounded like something out of a movie or a crap story some weird teen had written. "Fucking piece of fucking political garbage," Tre said purely out of anger.
Cheney walked out onto the stage and said, "Unfortunately Mr Bush was unable to make it...uuuhh... omething important has come up," trying to hide the fact that Bush had insisted Cheney not help him in the bathroom but he couldn't figure it out alone and would not come out till he had. He continued, "And he will be unable to make this speech, though the new laws will still be put into place as of today. The bill sates..." he continued on with the numerous outrageous laws that this new bill implies.
The great Green Day trio simply sat, sweltering with anger, their heads close to exploding and steam about to gush out of their ears, like a cartoon. "It's not fair, I dunno what to say," said Mike.
"I do," said Billie
"What are your on about, Bill," said Tre
"I'm just as pissed off as the rest of you, and I'm not taking no for an answer, without punk I will die or go and kill someone just to let off some anger so why not it be the man who started this in the first place. Love live punk."
"Billie, are you saying you're going to... "Jason replied
Mike interrupted before he could finish, "kill George Bush?"
Before anyone could talk Tre' jumped out of his seat and onto the coffee table, through his fist in the air and said, "the fucking son of a bitch should die."
"I'm not going to kill him, well I'll try to restrain myself. But I am going to make him reverse this law, a life without punk that's just madness."
"How?" said mike
"How the fuck should I know," Billie replied, "it was just the first thing that popped into my head, but I'll come up with something eventually."
The dreaded day was nearly upon them; the Green Day trio sat in their beloved recording studio, in self-pity, wondering what they would do with their lives after punk rock. How would Billie survive never holding or playing his beloved Blue again, what would Mike do without his favourite black and white fender bass, or Tre' without his sacred drumstick. All the trio had ever known was about to be pulled out right from under their worshipped, punk ass.
A FEW MONTHS EARLIER
Bush entered the room he was so familiar with, the room where he had made the decisions that had changed the world many times over. Today he was to make another decision (which his father had informed him of the night before), he sat in his special chair at the head of the table, he liked this chair, it was squishy and was already moulded to the shape of his pompas, spoilt buttocks. The senators droned on and on with their usual pointless argument. As most of the words were way beyond five letters Bush understood very little of what they were saying, as a result he began to dose off.
Most of the senators didn't notice, as he usually didn't take any part in the conversation anyway. His mind started to wander back to last night's episode of Bush Rangers (airing at six o'clock just before his daddy was due to tuck him in), "POW, POW, POW, die die die you filthy mongrel, I'll see you in hell, POW, POW." Cheney gave him a light kick under the table to wake him up. When he opened his eyes he found it peculiar that everyone was looking at him so straggly. He then looked down to see his hands still frozen in the position of a gun; he quickly shuffled then below the table and said to his colleagues, "What am I purple or something." "Ooo that was smooth," he thought to himself.
"C'mon little Mr Bush I think it's time for your toilet break," said Cheney.
"Will you come?"
"Of course I will, come on this way." he said taking Bush's arm and leading him to the bathroom.
"Bush," Cheney said to him, who was still in the cubicle trying to figure out how the toilet paper dispenser works.
"Yes," said Bush, eventually just ripping the damn thing off the wall.
"I think you should think long and hard about what Rumsfeld suggested in there."
"Ok," said bush. Ok was a good word it usually stopped people talking about things he couldn't understand.
"Banning punk music is a big decision, there could be a backlash, but then again your approval rating is dropping due to these no good punks with their anti-war evil music."
"Ok."
"They constantly are putting down this great country of ours."
"Ok."
"So what do you think?"
"Ok."
Cheney knew Bush wasn't very good at English and figured he meant it's a good idea.
"Ok then, he said, do you need any help in there today?"
"Nuh'uh I'm a big boy now and I'm can do it all by myself."
"Alright then," Cheney said knowing he would take a while, "I'll go back and inform everyone of your decision."
"Ok," Bush said cheerfully, not knowing what that whole conversation had just been about.
That night as Bush's daddy tucked him in, Little Bush was unaware of the thousands of lives that would be ruined due to the descition he had made earlier that day. "How was your day today son?" Big Bush said.
"Alright daddy," Little Bush replied.
"I heard about your big decision."
"Ok daddy."
Big bush knew he wasn't very good at English and figured he meant something else.
"I'm really proud of you son, I might even get you that big yellow Tonka truck you've been wanting."
"Yay, the one that's double the size and double the tough," he said snuggling under his favourite Superman doona, his face gleaming in the reflection of his nightlight, which made little pictures on the roof.
"Alright then little Bushy it's way past your bed time, I think you should go to sleep now you've got a big day tomorrow."
"Aaaawww daddy just a little longer plllleeeaaaassseee."
"Now, now bed time, Big Bush," said walking out the room.
Just as he was about to turn off the light he poked his head back in and said, "You're the president of the greatest superpower in the world, you've got a lot of responsibility."
"Uuhhh, ok," Bush said almost asleep and not understanding that either.
A FEW MONTHS LATER
Suddenly, after hours of silence and self pity, Jason said drearily, "It's nearly time, switch on the tele Tre'." Without a word Tre' pulled the remote out from under himself and turned on the TV to CNN.
"Bush is about to make the announcement that will change radio stations play lists forever, said the news reader, and now we cross live to Sandra Brown who's there waiting for Bush to deliver the big speech."
"I can't believe he could do this, this time he's gone too far," Billie said, knowing it sounded like something out of a movie or a crap story some weird teen had written. "Fucking piece of fucking political garbage," Tre said purely out of anger.
Cheney walked out onto the stage and said, "Unfortunately Mr Bush was unable to make it...uuuhh... omething important has come up," trying to hide the fact that Bush had insisted Cheney not help him in the bathroom but he couldn't figure it out alone and would not come out till he had. He continued, "And he will be unable to make this speech, though the new laws will still be put into place as of today. The bill sates..." he continued on with the numerous outrageous laws that this new bill implies.
The great Green Day trio simply sat, sweltering with anger, their heads close to exploding and steam about to gush out of their ears, like a cartoon. "It's not fair, I dunno what to say," said Mike.
"I do," said Billie
"What are your on about, Bill," said Tre
"I'm just as pissed off as the rest of you, and I'm not taking no for an answer, without punk I will die or go and kill someone just to let off some anger so why not it be the man who started this in the first place. Love live punk."
"Billie, are you saying you're going to... "Jason replied
Mike interrupted before he could finish, "kill George Bush?"
Before anyone could talk Tre' jumped out of his seat and onto the coffee table, through his fist in the air and said, "the fucking son of a bitch should die."
"I'm not going to kill him, well I'll try to restrain myself. But I am going to make him reverse this law, a life without punk that's just madness."
"How?" said mike
"How the fuck should I know," Billie replied, "it was just the first thing that popped into my head, but I'll come up with something eventually."
