Namely, Brainpowered 30: Nothing Happened:
In the face of all that, it's an understandable message to broadcast: find a place away from politics, because this is a time in which voting genuinely doesn't matter. We're all fucked. Apathy is nothing to be ashamed of. Anger is pointless.
And certainly we're in a time where anger in art has largely gone away. This isn't the cool detachment of post-modernism, so much as just a turning inward. The kind of stuttery lurching rise of emo over the last couple of years is a case in point: a total defanging of pretty much any working definition of punk in service of whining about how you've got no fucking girlfriend. "Emotional punk" = Crying Ugly Kid Music. There should be a sign in guitar shops: "We reserve the right to refuse sale to people who want to write songs about wearing glasses and being dumped by girls who didn't know your name anyway."
I've mentioned him being my role model, yes?
Oh, and has DC/Vertigo gotten 'round to collecting the last issue of TRANSMETROPOLITAN in trade yet? Does everyone understand why we all wanted to kill the bastard when we read it?