Punks Never Got Anarchy in the U.K.

but they might get depleted uranium declared a war crime. Via CQ Weekly (subscription required):

Democratic Rep. Jim McDermott of Seattle, caused a stir in March when he teamed with angry punk rock band Anti-Flag to advocate against the use of depleted uranium in the recipes for the casings of many of the U.S. military's bombs, bullets and armored shells. Putting the stuff in the munitions may cause cancer in soldiers and people who live near the exploded ordinance, they say, as well as birth defects in their offspring. Anti-Flag sought to drive the point home with a subtly titled sonic diatribe, "Depleted Uranium Is a War Crime." It didn't exactly crack heavy rotation on MTV, but this month the House included language in the fiscal 2007 defense authorization bill requiring a Pentagon study of the health effects of the depleted uranium on U.S. war veterans and their children. To be fair, advocates for veterans also backed the amendment and lobbied for it on Capitol Hill, but McDermott says he wants to make sure the band gets fair share of the credit. Thanks to Anti-Flag's efforts, more than 2,000 young people have signed a petition on behalf of the study. "Kids are worried about it," says McDermott, the House's only psychiatrist member. Depleted uranium "has long term and very awful effects which these young people can see is going to affect them."

This is as good as time as any to mention how I want to totally re-do my apartment in "punk shui", which the author of "Punk Shui: Home Design for Anarchists" describes as "Martha Stewart meets the Sex Pistols". USA Today calls it, "a sofa chain-sawed in half, smears of blood-red paint across a white wall." A few of the author's suggestions:

- Block your windows. As a wise man once said, You can only see light from darkness.

- Find things that don't belong on a wall, and hang them. Whether it's a broken guitar or a three-legged chair, hanging it up makes it art.

- Take down the shower curtain. There's something freeing about being out in the open, naked, splashing water on the floor.

Punk on, you TtP rebels. Quit your job. Piss in The Man's mouth. Steal this post. Or listen to a punk CD in your brand new BMW. Whatever. I don't care.