quick, somebody get me some beads and leather
I feel... good.
My nose is stuffed up, my head's a bit wobbly and my limbs are absolutely aching,
But I've got a job, finally, with easy hours but frequent extra time, in a business that is inherently unpredictable, challenging and fun. I actually look forward to it, and think fondly of the kids I take care of. And hey, there's something - toddlers have never been this cute before.
And then there's something else. Something even better, as far as I'm concerned.
Suddenly, finally, masses of people are losing their ignorance and programmed blindness, thank you financial crisis.
I may not be as outspoken politically as my father, and I won't say that I share every single one of his views, but the level of sheepish brainwashing in this "free" country has always absolutely disgusted me. It is a major factor in my "hate the world" mentality ("let the idiots burn and create a new world of pure intellect and creativity", ringing any bells?)
Two and a half weeks at the daycare and I've already had two political-oriented conversations with coworkers I'd only just met, one speculating on how society would function without money and the other discussing the problems with the college tuition system, with such clever ideas from the other speaker as allowing students to obtain one degree free, and only pay tuition if they enrolled for a second degree.
I didn't start either of these little chats.
The Occupy Wallstreet (et all) movement hardly need to be mentioned by name, as you should have seen where I was going. I was pleased enough with the protests in Wisconsin earlier, but this is more than I anticipated.
Tony was griping that nonviolent protests shouldn't really be called revolutionary movements. I scolded him, saying "you've been complaining for years about fear-driven silence, now people are finally speaking up and you complain about that?" Because really, I'm delighted. No, it's not a revolution in itself (obviously), but it's the most important step. It's the spread of knowledge, the killing of ignorance. Finally, everyone else is getting what a few have known all along. No more of that question; "is a slave a slave if he doesn't know he's a slave?" or that ridiculously petulant "it's a free country". They're starting to learn now exactly what they are, and while they raise their signposts in shock and outrage, I'll just be over here grinning in delight.
Because as long as the corporate government continues to tighten it's grip and squeeze us dry, we will wake up more and more. (go on, Ron Paul, abolish minimum wage and see what happens, I dare you)
Did I ever mention that I've always been incredibly jealous of the hippies?
(maybe one day things will turn around and no one will be expected to go to work when they have a cold... ;p )
My nose is stuffed up, my head's a bit wobbly and my limbs are absolutely aching,
But I've got a job, finally, with easy hours but frequent extra time, in a business that is inherently unpredictable, challenging and fun. I actually look forward to it, and think fondly of the kids I take care of. And hey, there's something - toddlers have never been this cute before.
And then there's something else. Something even better, as far as I'm concerned.
Suddenly, finally, masses of people are losing their ignorance and programmed blindness, thank you financial crisis.
I may not be as outspoken politically as my father, and I won't say that I share every single one of his views, but the level of sheepish brainwashing in this "free" country has always absolutely disgusted me. It is a major factor in my "hate the world" mentality ("let the idiots burn and create a new world of pure intellect and creativity", ringing any bells?)
Two and a half weeks at the daycare and I've already had two political-oriented conversations with coworkers I'd only just met, one speculating on how society would function without money and the other discussing the problems with the college tuition system, with such clever ideas from the other speaker as allowing students to obtain one degree free, and only pay tuition if they enrolled for a second degree.
I didn't start either of these little chats.
The Occupy Wallstreet (et all) movement hardly need to be mentioned by name, as you should have seen where I was going. I was pleased enough with the protests in Wisconsin earlier, but this is more than I anticipated.
Tony was griping that nonviolent protests shouldn't really be called revolutionary movements. I scolded him, saying "you've been complaining for years about fear-driven silence, now people are finally speaking up and you complain about that?" Because really, I'm delighted. No, it's not a revolution in itself (obviously), but it's the most important step. It's the spread of knowledge, the killing of ignorance. Finally, everyone else is getting what a few have known all along. No more of that question; "is a slave a slave if he doesn't know he's a slave?" or that ridiculously petulant "it's a free country". They're starting to learn now exactly what they are, and while they raise their signposts in shock and outrage, I'll just be over here grinning in delight.
Because as long as the corporate government continues to tighten it's grip and squeeze us dry, we will wake up more and more. (go on, Ron Paul, abolish minimum wage and see what happens, I dare you)
Did I ever mention that I've always been incredibly jealous of the hippies?
(maybe one day things will turn around and no one will be expected to go to work when they have a cold... ;p )