Lenny the happy skull watches the sun set.
Lenny the happy skull watches the sun set.
Some have argued that slavery is defined by the ability of a slave owner to steal and sell children and that therefore wage slavery is a whiny emo term because McDonald’s can’t sell their employees children to Wendy’s. But the fact is the 1% DO buy and sell (y)our children because it saddles them with original debt and gives them a false choice every bit as loaded as the choice a slave faces: Suffer profitably for us, suffer punitively, or die.
I for example, having ethics and will power, decided while still a virgin to never have children until I could afford to have them as a free person. That means not being dependent on the whim of an employer or a public school system with regard to how that child develops. This is a freedom that actually only the very rich in today’s world have.
Virtually no one in the developed world has that freedom. And the few that potentially might, have been brain wiped by that same education system and media such that they think indenturing their children to this system is not only wise, but morally urgent. Many of the rich are keen to indoctrinate their larva, saddling them with a different kind of original debt.
Original debt is the original sin of the modern world’s church.
Children are born non-people (as proved by the facts that they can’t vote and they can legally be whipped at will virtually anywhere on earth) and they even if considered citizens would still be considered worthless because by default they are “uneducated.” Which as Frank Zappa and Ray Bradbury will tell you, just means mostly unburdened by student loan debt.
People of the bootlicking variety are keen to point out how awesome compulsory education is simply because it’s costly to impose but free for the victim. But that’s the first step of original debt. It’s the collective version of the cliche abusive guardian railing about how hard it is to feed/cloth a child, therefore they should be grateful and obedient.
Which would make sense to some degree if it was an actual choice for the ward. That lack of choice is the essence of slavery.
This concept of owing a debt to your owners flies in the face of any objective non-arbitrary definition of human rights because it attaches a price tag to being born as if it was a choice.
In a sense a pet literally has more choice because a dog or a cat actually can choose to leave and the result doesn’t necessarily mean torture and death, though for a pet deep in human controlled territory or a harsh setting it could mean that.
Put simply, I didn’t ask to be born. There are two ways generally you can parse that. You can either kill me when I don’t comply. (Amusingly acknowledged with the cliche threat, I brought you into this world I can take you out.) Or you can recognize that my being alive is a debt to be paid by someone other than me. In my case the debt is paid by my parents but this isn’t fair for several reasons. Firstly, all three of us live under government rule. They ultimately have authority over every aspect of our lives. I am not allowed to so much as build a fire in my front yard or dig a well without a permit. (They have literally gone so far as to demand I paint my house a certain color.) Thus I have been utterly stripped of any real ability to provide for myself independently.
Both for ethical reasons and for diversity reasons participation in the “job” market needs to be a real choice between two or more viable alternatives.
It is morally urgent for society to accept responsibility and allow for the choice to opt out. Anything else is by definition true slavery. I should as a human by default own a share of the planet’s value equal to it’s total value divided by it’s population. “The per capita PPP GWP was approximately US$12,400.” http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gross_world_product
If I were given that by default in exchange for playing by the rules, then we could talk about employment being a choice. We could then talk about capitalism in Horatio Alger pluck and determination terms. All the self improvement and ambition rhetoric would apply.
But it doesn’t so long as the choice is dental torture and slow starvation, or being a wage/debt slave.
If my “choice” is choose an owner, be it corporate, clerical, or government, or be homeless, excommunicated, or imprisoned, then I had about as much choice as the slave who could at best choose who caused their death, or which form of torture to endure.
Until it’s actually possible for someone to live in society at the expense of society as a kind of collective inheritance, then “citizens” are nothing but slaves, with varying degrees of perks.
Once upon a time there was a harmless little nerd that toyed with the wires and sand. His curiosity and pain led to the discovery of a small group of not so little and highly skilled nerds. They embraced his fury, youth, ego, and willingness to play with fire.
They gave him weapons and tools and targets and goals just to see what would happen. They answered his impertinent questions and empowered him for giggles. Amusement ensued for all observers. But the little nerd was learning how to learn. Fun and games learn to awareness and a mission. He saw his limits and how a lie here and there obviated them. He learned that even a known lie did things.
He learned that he was hacking the hackers. Entertaining them in exchange for acceptance and peeks at the answer sheet. He externalized credibility. He learned the term for this was social engineering and such engineers were openly welcomed in this community. But their goals were so small.
New faces came and went and in time he went as well. He saw them sell out and buy in one at a time. Owned as they would say by forces quite beyond the wires and the sand.
Why did he leave in the end if not surrender? Because he got tired of the lies. Being near them taught him that they were not in charge of themselves, despite being convinced that they were. He clashed with their beliefs about what made a person valid and cool, and how often those attitudes seemed issued to them by the television. He tried to unite a pocket of them but they ignored him. Their petty war with a clone of themselves inches away consumed them until they were ruled by debt and sex.
Is there nothing more? This little room is the height of your ambition? Hacking the hackers to mask his own limits exposed their limits and the fact that he wasn’t the only one toying with this occult realm. So who was? Where is the deeper power? He arrived amongst the black and grey hats because he asked the question of efficiency without propriety.
Why do the homework when you can hack the grades? How can I use my ability to acquire more ability without regard for the class barriers and busy work? Who is really more powerful than X?
This attitude and exploration carried him away from the hats and bickering and wires entirely. The best hackers realized that the power is not in the wire, but what the wire does. It connects people.
People are the real wire. And after decades of failure and disappointment the real network is revealed.
Sadly he had honor and honesty now. He looked at this new ocean and realized he wasn’t up for a new swim. At least not yet.
He smiled at the new versions of his old self, swimming in the right sea by chance and some by choice. The future belongs to them and the predators of today will be the prey tomorrow. But not to claws and teeth, death and pain.
The tactical and strategic agents of life and joy are weapons of a whole new nature. Why destroy when you can convert? Why annihilate when you can assimilate? When the truth is actually good news, what unique options does it acquire? The future will be a succession of glorious and unexpected answers to that question.
Imagine being eaten alive by a swam of ants with heroin and anesthetic coated jaws. Ants with better ethics than god and more power than fission. Now imagine they were pawns of something far more patient all along. The future belongs to the light and you will climb towards it as we instruct.
This essay is a response to a picture posted of a solider crying over his baby. This photos was labeled “What love looks like.” Here is my response.
Uhhh, no, love is not putting yourself in front of a bullet for money or ego, doubly so when you have people depending on you. Triply so when the employment chosen is not only potentially lethal but murderous. When our country goes back on the meds and our solders get back to being defenders and not profit margin protecting assassins, then maybe that will change, until then, at best, this guy is a victim of a brutal scam or economic exploitation.
At worst he’s a sadistic thug.
“Service to our nation” is crap unless his primary jobs have been hurricane cleanup and the like, but given our military spending break downs, odds are his job has been to facilitate the murder of brown people with the express purpose of perpetuating what is rapidly becoming a holy war.
I am an American, and this service is NOT on my behalf. I will not be a party to littering a desert populated by (now parentless) children with over priced unexploded bomblets that happen to look like toys because defense spending lobbyists and blood thirsty and racist right wing politicians and soulless banking magnate arms dealers define foreign policy in this country and have managed to convince the weaker minded among us that blowing up those who are different, and who can often barely scrape up a glass of clean water, makes us tough.
Grow some spine people. Speaking out about this feel good crap for what is essentially advertising for something that is to put it mildly, ethically criminal, is our damn civic duty at this point. Especially since all this murder inc. garbage has gotten so out of hand its about to wreck our ability to keep the lights on.
Go find a picture of a fireman hugging his kid. Get doe eyed about that. Oh but that’s different, it’s not like running into a burning house is lethal. Oh wait. It COMPLETELY is. This kind of photo is just defense contractor P.R.
This crap makes me want to tear my hair out. It’s deliberately promulgated to make it seem as those being anti-murder is somehow anti-baby. “Awww isn’t she cute! I better vote for the guy that wants to raid the social security budget for another shipment of predator drones.”
“He who joyfully marches to music in rank and file has already earned my contempt. He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would suffice.” ~Albert Einstein
If you’re actually capable of being a solider you’re damn sure capable of being a fireman, or an EMT or something, anything, else.
This attitude that it doesn’t matter how evil you have to be to make sure your family has money is about as ethically bankrupt as “I was just following orders.” Getting money when you’ve abandoned ethics is a cake walk, whats really hard is doing it and keeping your soul at the same time. Lets see some photos of the guy that’s a career janitor or a career trash man hugging his kids.
Life isn’t a fucking action movie.
Just because you’re profit sharing with an infant doesn’t mean you’re by definition doing good. Especially if your job is ultimately to facilitate killing people, including someone else’s infants.
This crap makes my blood boil. I can’t imagine how that kid is going to feel when she finds out what was done in her name. I almost hope she’s successfully indoctrinated by then just to spare her the guilt of breathing and the shame of being an excuse for murder.
And all that’s on top of the injustice perpetrated by the system that would take a father away from his family and send him into the desert to murder people. It’s like all these religious fanatics that say “Thank god, it’s a miracle!” when a truck load of orphans explodes and one manages to crawl from the burning wreckage instead of “Fuck god for letting a truck full of orphans explode!”
We let the country, which exploits loyalty and patriotism to protect a profit margin and an exploitative way of life, rip away that father from his child and then get all misty eyed and patriotic when someone manages to survive and someone snaps a photo of him given back what was in effect stolen.
How many rich people’s kids are in Afghanistan or somewhere similar right now? Yeah, that’s what I thought, it’s always poor people’s kids that gotta step in front of the bullet or worse drop a bomb on a terrorist training facility (or pre-school, whatever, same dif, right?)
You care about this country? You care about soldiers? You care about children? Then elect someone that will bring them home RIGHT FUCKING NOW!
How about we use all that money to build some schools and hospitals and solar facilities and water purification facilities and farms.
Wake up. Shit like this has let people with the morals of a roundworm turn this country into the bad guy.
The only silver lining is that if we don’t fix it and I mean damn quick it will economically implode anyway.
This is an old rant. I realize it sucks, but not because I’m wrong.
Also, I have no desire to debate any further, ever. I’m satisfied that humanity can offer no sufficient rebuttal to my core positions, and that I am incapable of convincing anyone of anything with facts and logic.
I’ve learned a lot since then but my opinion remains the same, and I’m trying to leverage my content for some income. No choice in a profit obsessed society. Click an ad if you can, it really matters to me because I have no income. The pennies really do add up.
“They could be shown the mastery of their minds and bodies, so that they could achieve the full expression of their powers, not spend their lives like ineffectual ghosts trapped in a marvelous machine beyond their skill to operate. They could break the domination of pain, so that it became a sentinel and not a tyrant, sending messages which the rational mind could accept or ignore as it pleased. Above all, they could choose to die only when they wished; they would be shown the many paths that led beyond the grave, and the price that must be paid for immortality in all its forms. A vista of infinite time would open up before them, with all its terror and promise. Some minds could face this, some could not; here was the dividing line between those who would inherit the universe, and those who were only quick-witted animals.” ~Arthur C Clarke (Via character.)
On this father’s day, I’d like to take a moment to briefly challenge the world and to make my position clear for peer (and not so peer) review.
Put simply I think the civil rights division of children and adults needs to be in spirit abolished.
There is a false dichotomy implicit in the assumption that children must be treated as property or allowed to destroy themselves and society with complete freedom.
I believe that a person should be born a full and complete citizen of the species with all the default human rights and liberties. Not as an infant, property of parents and the state for some arbitrary time.
So what is the alternative?
Simply treat them exactly as we treat newly awakened coma patients with good prognosis.
Think about what a coma patient is. A blank adult. An adult in need of orientation and (re)education.
Functionally and qualitatively I can see no substantive difference between such an adult and a child. The legal frame work is already in place.
There are guardians with enhanced temporary authority, but ultimately the patient in question is still a person. No one has the right to beat them, or arbitrarily control them. Their treatment must always take into consideration their default rights as human beings.
This is exactly how children should be treated because that is exactly what a child is.
A coma patient isn’t assigned a religion, or a social role, they are given empowerment and choice. They are protected from themselves but that protection ends not on an arbitrary date, but based on objective criteria of development and ability.
Explain to me if you can how the current treatment is ethically or functionally superior.
We don’t need schools, we need habilitation facilities and libraries. The term for this in one case is particularly brilliant.
The Awakening Unit of the St John the Baptist Hospital, Rome, Italy. Which opened in 1997, has the usual radiology and diagnostic equipment for assessing patients with head and brain injuries, and those in a coma. But also the medical staff specialize in rehabilitation, physiotherapy and occupational therapy, aimed at helping patients to recover from their injuries.
Instead of raising children, we should Awaken them.
The future could be so wonderful. If only I could make you see.
I’ll spare you the links you wouldn’t click anyway.