Hello, My Name is Unimportant

I'm not here to debate the aesthetic value of tagging; that's for another day. I'm here to lament the death of street art culture. If it's not dead, show me. I'm calling the friendly anarchists into action. Write your thoughts on the walls that we've trapped ourselves with. Stop signing your name on things that don't matter, not even to you. Let's face it. We're sick of half-assed rebellion. There's an army gathering to face us and apparently they're calling them "hipsters." I think the real message here, aside from the woes of conformity is this:
Anyone can make "art"...draw pictures and write poetry, but is this what we define as art?

Making art isn't the process of making something to be what we think is art.
I don't give a rat's ass if a painting is a fake. If it looks exactly like the god forsaken original, then what does it matter? The picture's the same. The art is about the message: what inspires the art. You show me a picture of a stick figure with blue on its face, I say, "That's crap." You tell me that the picture was drawn by someone paralyzed from the neck down, expressing her sympathies for her brother that didn't quite make it, I say, "holy crap."