Dear Mr. President, Congress, and the 9 Old People

If your government (local or national) accomplishes one thing in 2013, what would you like that to be?” as per the Daily Prompt. Well, Mr. President, members of the House and Senate, and those 9 old people with black robes, here is my request:

Fix Public Education & Fix the Employment System

This country was founded upon Freedom and Liberty, and those rights to be held by those responsible enough to exercise them in a manner that helps society. The current education and employment systems, which are almost exactly the same, have stripped away all that Freedom, Liberty, and Pursuit of Happiness.

We teach children to sit down, shut up, do as they’re told, and fall in line. God forbid they¬† follow their dreams. This is all in preparation for employment, to further the goals of the rich. It’s not about children following their dreams; it’s about supporting a system that works for the few, and hurts the many.

Instead of teaching children to wait for commands, we need to teach them to think for themselves, from their own imagination — it’s there! It’s a human thing! Use it. Teach them to use it.

Instead of teaching children to raise their hand, teach them to speak up when they feel they have to. Interruptions are going to happen in real life, it’s better they learn now and learn how to express themselves. Holding your thoughts and emotions in leads to psychological problems — believe me, I am a prime example — and we shouldn’t be encouraging it because we want to teach children so-called patience. The rich aren’t patient; they go for what they want and don’t let some jerk stop them.

Instead of teaching children to keep themselves in a box with barred windows, in an organized line, teach them to follow their instincts. Let the kid look at the back of the class if he wants to; let him block out the bullshit the teacher is feeding him. As if it wasn’t bad enough we teach kids to not express their emotions, but we have to turn them into apathetic diseases by telling them not to listen to themselves.

All this leads to the employment system. People are so worried about getting a job. Worried they can’t feed their families, can’t get work, can’t get a job. A job. They are afraid they won’t be chosen; won’t be called upon when they raise their hand; and are afraid that if they speak too loudly they will never get a job and be shunned from society.

A child who learns to wait to be called on to ask a question turns into an adult who waits to be chosen for employment. A child who learns to choose when they want to speak learns that they don’t have to wait to be chosen for employment.

A child who learns to use their imagination will be creative. A child who only remembers what somebody told them they have to remember has no imagination. In a world where technology is performing simple, redundant, and tedious tasks, creativity will be what is in demand, because computers can only do what they’re told. Like a child who went through the public education system.

A child who learns to express their thoughts and emotions will live a healthier, happier life. A child who learns to bottle up their feelings will feel trapped, oppressed, and burst out in fits of anger, rage, depression, and possibly psychotic episodes, beating people over the head with rhubarb. Or maybe rampage through a mall killing innocent people.

A child who learns to keep himself boxed in will become a recluse, refuse the norms of society, and shun healthy physical activity; it’s a wonder why child obesity and bullying is such a big issue, huh? A child who learns to explore, and denies himself the oppression of a prison cell, will broaden his horizons and aspects, make friends, and maybe, possibly, help make society a better place.

But we don’t want that. Mr. President can’t stand up to the parents. It’s not the teachers who are at fault; it’s the paranoid delusional parents who have a fear of their child failing. They’re afraid their child won’t be as rich as the other kids. It’s all about vanity, and they’re afraid that they, the parents, will look like failures in the eyes of their friends and parents.

It’s not about the children, especially when it comes to the employers. I’m not talking about small businesses who benefit from an educated society. Big business benefits from an ignorant society, too stupid to realize they’re paying over 3,000 times the cost for a cellphone, and think, once again, in vanity, that if they don’t have the latest and greatest, they’re not cool.

I wish that Congress would set aside it’s ideaillogocial differences and address a real problem in this country; one that requires higher thinking, you know, from those so-called Ivy league universities they attended.

Last, these judges need to grow a pair of balls, and reverse this pathetic idea that corporations are people. They are not a living, breathing person, with a brain, a heart, a set of lungs, and therefore, are not human. These judges who voted in favor should be removed from office and shunned from society. It is this ruling that has vilified and solidified a corporation’s legal authority over the very lives of Americans, and by relation, the education and employment system.

I Hate People with Authority

My biggest flaw is that I hate people with authority. Not the idea of authority, because we have to have some order in this world to keep everyone from going insane. I hate people who attain authority and don’t know how to use it in a responsible manner.

Here’s the background. As a child, I was told to listen to authority and follow the rules. I hoped these authority figures would follow their own rules, but I often found them being apathetic, indifferent, and expressing vitriol only when their power was threatened. I hated teachers who didn’t stop bullying, and so I took it upon myself to do something about it; yes, the path of violence, because any kid who has been bullied knows, bullies are stupid and don’t know the meaning of the word “no,” or any other word for that matter.

Amazingly, I’m not a criminal, never done drugs, or turned to alcohol to relieve myself of the knowledge that people in authority are generally hypocritical, condescending, oppressive spoiled brats.

At a previous job, workers two to three times my age, would dump their workplace drama on me, at the time, a 19-20 year old college student. As if I could relieve them of their fears and anxieties, or at least confirm their ridiculous suspicions that someone was playing favorites. As much as I informed my boss of this immature bullshit, they gave no thought whatsoever to telling these people to shut their mouth, do their job, and grow up.

However! When I did something out of line I was punished. Never the other way around. I quickly left that job, and every job wherein I’ve run into the same problem. Much like I ran away from school.

People in authority are condescending, hypocritical, oppressive spoiled brats. I hate anyone who has things they didn’t earn, deserve, or need to live. I hate people who tell me to do one thing, and they do the polar opposite. And I despise people who think that just because they’re the boss they can talk to you like you’re a piece of worthless shit.

But you can’t go through life not listening to authority at all. Or can you? Can’t we all just learn to do what we feel is right, without having to resort to someone else telling us what is right? As adults, aren’t we supposed to be responsible? And what sort of responsibility can we have for our lives if we’re seeking the sage advice of indifferent and apathetic authority figures who’s only goal is to fatten themselves with outrageous bonuses and junk food.


This post is in response to the Daily Prompt at, titled, “Flawed.”

Set it to Rights – When to Quit Your Job

My first shot at the Daily Prompt geniuses. The topic: recall something I let slide, ate away at me later, and how I would fix it today. For my usual readers, this is a more serious post, so there’s less humor; unless, of course, you think psychological and emotional dysfunction is funny. Then again, Shakespeare was a master of mixing humor and tragedy.

I quit my job in April. I earned just under $38,000/yr, before taxes. Single, with no investments, means I end up owing taxes at the end of the year. About $1,000 in taxes. Still, $2,300/month after taxes is hard to argue with; at least, one might say until they’ve had three or four migraines a year. I had about six. For five years. It’s amazing I’m still alive and haven’t driven my car off a cliff.

This job was for web development and graphic design. That is, I was both a software developer (Java and PHP), and a graphic artist (advertisements, product labels, product design, etc.). Anyone who has worked in web design knows it can feel like complete hell.

The most frustrating part of the job was the extreme self-consciousness from other employees, and their seemingly defensive behavior to anyone with confidence. I, essentially, wasn’t allowed to be “right” about anything without setting aside a meeting, to formulate a plan, to come to a consensus, on where a button should be on a web page. Or, how to calculate sales tax. God forbid I went to college and have been programming software and websites since I was 14! Got to love corporate America’s love for long, drawn-out euphemistic bullshit.

The sheer level of condescending attitude from people more than twice my age is only countered by their so-called “decades of experience.” Experience, they seem to not have learned half of anything from except how to waste everyone’s time. Like mine. And I hate wasting time when I’m paid to do something.

I wouldn’t go back and fix it. However, if I come across this nonsense again (which I’m sure I will), I’m going to put my boots on and take a hike. I don’t want to take the chance of getting an aneurysm just so some washed up losers can feel “good” about something he or she needed ten meetings to decide on, when I already had the answer.

I’m still unemployed, broke, and hating the lack of income. However, my creativity and productivity has soared beyond what I had while employed. It’s helped me to understand that my sanity matters more than accepting migraines as a normal part of life. Now I’ve what, one? They’ll go away.