| Thursday, April 14, 2005 |
| Listen to the dulcet tones of the machine calling to you |
We have become a nation of parts.
We can no longer do for ourselves, we depend on those who
know how to grow food, to grow food, we depend on those
who know what we would like to eat, to kindly tell us what it is
that we would like to eat.
We venerate those who can capably become a part.
“Oh, you are a welder, that is a very marketable skill”
No, that is how I become a part of the Machine.
There are distinctions for welders. Between the person who holds the torch
and the machine to which the torch is attached. If someone comes to me
and says:
“We need a welder over here”
There is at least some clarification that must take place. That is a welder, I
am a welder. That is a machine, I am a person. That is an asset, I am a
liability. That is a welding machine, I am merely part of a Machine.I would
not work for the CIA, but I can happily resign myself to working for a
company that works for the CIA. I am not enlisted for the Navy, for a variety
of very good reasons, but the Machine I work for tells me to make a weld,
for the Navy, and I can put my hands over my eyes, and make the weld.I
am just doing my part…right?
It may seem like a non-sequiter, but somewhere down the line there is a
connection.
The question must be asked:“How do you want your children to die?”
If you want your kids to die in a pile of burning, twisted metal- by all means,
strap them into your car and go for a drive.
If you want your kids to have a variety of modes of death to choose from-
please send them to the nearest public school, without making any critical
judgement about the quality of education they will receive there. While
there, they can witness the regurgitation of ideas, originally thought over
20 years ago, which will lead them down the same path to a pathetic non-
sustainable career that you have chosen.
If you want to see your kids waste away and eventually die of starvation-
then I encourage you to vest yourself in a society, which is entirely based
on the exchange of useless things. Teach them to follow mindlessly, as you
did, the direction given by those who profit from the trafficking of stocks
and bonds.
The decision to have children is life changing. You, the parent, are
responsible for everything that new person encounters until you put aside
your charge in them. You will forgive me for not shedding a tear for that
poor darling that was put in harms way.
It makes me sick to see parents moaning about there poor darlings, who
were somehow offended, killed, raped, beat up, or miseducated by the very
decisions made by their own inadequate parents.
I am Chicken Little, right?
The sky is falling, the sky is falling.
There, there, junior, don’t let the bad man scare you. People will always
need life insurance, don’t you worry about a thing.
The only solution I offer is in the form of advice to the unfortunate by-
products of the often-deadly combination of carnal knowledge and stupidity:
“Kids—Don’t kill kids, kill adults”
What saddens me is that this advice can only get rid of a tiny portion
of the problem at any given time. What can we do as adults to ensure
the destruction of a larger portion of the Human Race? I have an idea:
Stop making gasoline.
We can no longer do for ourselves, we depend on those who
know how to grow food, to grow food, we depend on those
who know what we would like to eat, to kindly tell us what it is
that we would like to eat.
We venerate those who can capably become a part.
“Oh, you are a welder, that is a very marketable skill”
No, that is how I become a part of the Machine.
There are distinctions for welders. Between the person who holds the torch
and the machine to which the torch is attached. If someone comes to me
and says:
“We need a welder over here”
There is at least some clarification that must take place. That is a welder, I
am a welder. That is a machine, I am a person. That is an asset, I am a
liability. That is a welding machine, I am merely part of a Machine.I would
not work for the CIA, but I can happily resign myself to working for a
company that works for the CIA. I am not enlisted for the Navy, for a variety
of very good reasons, but the Machine I work for tells me to make a weld,
for the Navy, and I can put my hands over my eyes, and make the weld.I
am just doing my part…right?
It may seem like a non-sequiter, but somewhere down the line there is a
connection.
The question must be asked:“How do you want your children to die?”
If you want your kids to die in a pile of burning, twisted metal- by all means,
strap them into your car and go for a drive.
If you want your kids to have a variety of modes of death to choose from-
please send them to the nearest public school, without making any critical
judgement about the quality of education they will receive there. While
there, they can witness the regurgitation of ideas, originally thought over
20 years ago, which will lead them down the same path to a pathetic non-
sustainable career that you have chosen.
If you want to see your kids waste away and eventually die of starvation-
then I encourage you to vest yourself in a society, which is entirely based
on the exchange of useless things. Teach them to follow mindlessly, as you
did, the direction given by those who profit from the trafficking of stocks
and bonds.
The decision to have children is life changing. You, the parent, are
responsible for everything that new person encounters until you put aside
your charge in them. You will forgive me for not shedding a tear for that
poor darling that was put in harms way.
It makes me sick to see parents moaning about there poor darlings, who
were somehow offended, killed, raped, beat up, or miseducated by the very
decisions made by their own inadequate parents.
I am Chicken Little, right?
The sky is falling, the sky is falling.
There, there, junior, don’t let the bad man scare you. People will always
need life insurance, don’t you worry about a thing.
The only solution I offer is in the form of advice to the unfortunate by-
products of the often-deadly combination of carnal knowledge and stupidity:
“Kids—Don’t kill kids, kill adults”
What saddens me is that this advice can only get rid of a tiny portion
of the problem at any given time. What can we do as adults to ensure
the destruction of a larger portion of the Human Race? I have an idea:
Stop making gasoline.
United auto workers-dead
Their children-dead
People who cannot survive without a car-dead
People who cannot grow their own food-dead
Big cities-dead
Lawyers-dead
You-dead
Me-just fine
Their children-dead
People who cannot survive without a car-dead
People who cannot grow their own food-dead
Big cities-dead
Lawyers-dead
You-dead
Me-just fine