We were just talking about you in my world literature class.Well, not “you,” but the disaffected, establishment-loathing, counter-cultural horde of young punks who apparently are nothing new. You plucky little buggers appear all throughout history and classic literature.Though this may come with little surprise to you guys since you feel that a disdain for “The Man” is patent and that all mankind will eventually bow to their own visceral instincts. And, on that day, the faithful will ascend above the mosh pit and the prophet Thompson will greet them with acid-laced admonitions and say, “Well done, my good and rebellious servant.”Or something like that.