It’s not often that I feel that something I write is far more important than I am. I’m not usually one to get involved in the whole pseudo-metaverse that is American Politics or Current Events. I’m just not that kind of writer. I’m a philosopher and a storyteller and, for all that I believe myself to be highly intelligent, I’m not one of the “great American minds” out there.
For one, I don’t have the contacts to be. Which is part of the damn problem.
But here I go, trusting in the Great Equalizer, the Internet, and the ability to reach people I normally wouldn’t through the magic of word-of-fingertips.
This isn’t working, America. None of it is. Not the government, not the culture, not the society, none of it. And it’s not working because none of us are actually valued as human beings anymore. We’ve all been reduced to inhuman chattel through the most insidious, evil, and dehumanizing process known to man since the invention of slavery.
The Work Search Process.
No longer can a person support themselves and their family through the sweat of their brow and the willingness to actually work to produce a product, either by raising produce, raising animals, creating some useful thing with their own hands and the brilliance of their mind, or something else creative and unconventional. There are no more “cash crops” and you can’t even raise anything without miles of regulations designed to strangle out all but the biggest of suppliers. A single artisan, or even a team of them, can’t hope to compete with the mega-stores for cost and availability, for all that their products are better, stronger, and simply more aesthetically pleasing.
Not without a huge outlay of cost and who knows how many miles of red tape and regulation of their own.
All this is designed, infernally designed, to force the population into the most abominable slavery every conceived, Working For Someone Else. And God help you if you’ve been unemployed for more than six months. You have absolutely no value whatsoever even if there are jobs to be found.
Think about it. You want to be independent. You want to stand on your own feet so your parents aren’t controlling every facet of your life anymore. So what do you have to do? Go around town like a beggar Oliver pleading, “Please, sir, might I have a job?” It’s a virtual auction block where more are passed on then are chosen. So if you’re lucky, (incredibly so because you’re not likely to get paid enough to support yourself, much less anyone else), you surrender your freedom and your independence to depending on someone else for employment, for a paycheck, for the “opportunity” to be taken flagrant advantage of because they, employers, only want those who will give more than they get. And the “good” employers, the ones who can pay a living wage and who actually value their employees as something more than chattel, are so rare as to be mythical.
And if you fight back for the respect that should be your due, even if you win, you’re a pariah and condemned to the Hell of the Do Not Hire list that holds the experienced but “too old”, the intelligent but “long-term unemployed”, and those with quirks that bosses would have to work around.
Because people are fundamentally lazy and the overseers don’t want to put more effort into controlling their slaves… I mean, the “workforce” than they absolutely have to.
Let’s be honest. Growing a crop, raising animals, creating something useful… none of these are easy tasks. They aren’t quick tasks. And they’re all regulated out of the reach of the common man. I could get into the whys of the whole damn thing, but I simply don’t care Why anymore. I don’t give a damn anymore why this abomination exists. I just want an end to it. I want to be human again. I want to have my God-given value back that exists in the very things that make me different from everyone else.
I’m a writer. I’m a storyteller and I have been since I was six years old. I’m a natural philosopher and I have insights that others don’t even realize are true until I say them. I’m freaking brilliant at times, even if I do say so myself. I’m excellent with charts and lists and organizing information. I’m even better at pointing out how a given plan can go Horribly Wrong, which is a necessary ability if you’re wanting to avoid unnecessary costs and/or Unintended Consequences. I have Major Depression and I have Attention Deficit. I have issues in social settings and I can’t always interpret social signals correctly. Sometimes I say inappropriate things and I can’t stop myself, don’t even realize what I’ve said until it’s said. I’ve been unemployed for more than four years now and I can’t work in a conventional environment.
But because of the way things are, nothing that I can do outweighs what I cannot. I’m not a cookie-cutter person. I’m a human being, and I’m not the only one.
So what gives, America? How can we justify just throwing away so many people? This isn’t working, America. This isn’t working at all and it needs to change, now.
Please, for the sake of all of us, I abase myself before you, the virtual community. I beg you with tears in my eyes and concern for all of us in my heart. Please, share these words with others. Nothing will change if we don’t first realize that something has gone wrong in the first place.