When I first started writing this piece, I was fuming, I wanted to name names, I wanted to show these rape apologist fuckers up for who they are, and I wanted to use the word “fuck” a lot more.  But I’m not going to, I’m not giving them the unwarranted attention they no doubt crave.  But if you don’t know who the guilty parties are and want to, I’m not going to have any problem spilling the beans in person. It all started at the Punx Picnic, where a superficially inoffensive, ultimately average punk band were dropped from...
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