Okay! Constructive criticism can take a hike for a second. This zine fucking sucks! Just like every collage zine I’ve ever seen! You might ask, “Hey, what’s wrong with collage?” To which I would reply, “nothing.” “Collage zines,” however, are a different thing altogether. They have no theme (unless you count Nixon’s head in this one) or point to make. They’re always carelessly and sloppily thrown together, usually full–size, with one staple in the top left corner. God forbid they hit the reduce button on the copier or (gasp!) fold. What in the world makes people do these zines? They obviously don’t give an airborne fuck. Or do they? What are they thinking when they’re sitting there with their rubber cement in hand? Are they overwhelmed with the creative urge or just stoned and bored? Do they think that we’re going to be super impressed that they can cut up a fucking magazine? What the hell do they think we’re supposed to do with the damn things? Are we supposed to slowly take in each page, pondering what they might be trying to say? Are we supposed to run to our friends, shitting ourselves to show them this inspirational, revolutionary juxtaposition of a Nixon head with scribbles, followed by another page of Nixon with devil horns, ad nauseum? Do they think we’re going to post it on our favorites list on our myspace accounts? Are we supposed to send them free shit? Would they be sorely offended to know that most people just thumb through them and chuck them on the floor? I’m not just trying to be a dick; I really want to know. Why? – Craven (BB[PP], PO Box 970732, Boco Raton, FL 33497–0732)