Love is punk as fuck
When I think of punk, I think of Paul Simonon smashing his bass on the cover of London Calling. I think of Green Day fighting with and throwing mud at the audience at Woodstock '94. I think of defiance, of Dead Kennedys leaving the b-side blank because "Home taping is killing record industry profits! We left this side blank so you can help". I think of Rancid singing that we need to "stay out of control", and the awesome double meaning of that. I think of riots and mohawks and broken glass and a metal trash can clanking loudly down a dark empty alley.

I'm going to keep this short, because it's a simple concept. I'm not a musical historian, or a musical studies major or anything like that. But I'm pretty sure that punk music represents a rejection of hippie "peace and love" as much as it is a rejection of authority and conformity.
In today's world, conformity means fear, bullying, bigotry, facism and selling your neighbors out to ICE to be sent to an El Salvadorean gulag. Community, comraderie, helping and supporting one another, acceptance, showing up for one another: these are the radical ideals of our time. Treating people with decency and respect, even those you disagree with, even those who don't deserve it. Fundamentally, putting out a punk record, writing a punk zine, hanging up posters for a punk show: these are creative, not destructive, acts. To hate and destroy are to walk in lockstep with those who wish to dominate and oppress. Love is punk as fuck.