posted on Nov, 11 2010 @ 06:09 AM
I grew up in a working class family. My mom worked part time and raised her kids with what was left. My dad worked two part time jobs. We were rarely
able to make ends meet, because of the huge debt my parents contracted during the recession in the 80's, when they were both unemployed, and simply
COULD NOT find a job.
I watched my parents break themselves in two because they believed that it was their duty to raise their standard of living. I hardly ever saw my dad,
and my mum was generally tense and depressed because of the dire economic situation we lived in. My dad once attempted suicide. Just so you know where
I'm coming from.
Back to me now. I became an author in 2007 just after obtaining my masters degree. I am 26, two books published, a third one on the way. It doesn't
pay well, writing books, in fact, it pay's next to nothing. I could find a well paid job if I wanted, but I prefer writing because it's something I
enjoy.
I live in small house that I rent, in the country side. My typical "work" day :
7 am : get up, get the fire going (don't use gas, can't afford it)
7. 30 am : feed my chickens & ducks, check on the sheep to see if they are all OK
8 am : bring in some wood
8. 30 am : breakfast
9. am to 12 am : writing
12. am : make lunch and eat (food grown in the garden, nothing is bought)
13 pm to 15 pm : go out collect eggs/chainsaw some wood/ dig ditches/ general maintenance of the land I rent/ check on the garden/plant some stuff if
the time is right or harvest/
15 pm- 18 pm : write some more if I have the time, else this part of the day is spent doing more of the above
19-20 pm : make and eat dinner
21-22 pm : herd up the animals and put them to bed then educate myself on internet
23 pm : bed time
That's my schedule. I don't have weekends off, or holidays because I live off what my hands scrape out of the mud. I could find a well paid job if I
wanted to, and frankly it would be easier than my current lifestyle. But you see, people who earn 200K+ per year, I don't want to.
Because I couldn't do that, and be off the grid.
Because I couldn't wake up in the morning, look at myself in the mirror, and see a person who contributes to the mechanisms of this f******ked up
society in which few own everything, and the majority, (not the lucky ones like me who have a computer and broadband internet, I mean the majority,
the real majority who live in goddamn awfull conditions in a third world that exists because people like you take more than they need), die around the
age of 40 because of the slave labor and inhumane working conditions that provide the few with meaningless luxuries that they will throw away in a few
months.
Because I don't want to be part of the problem. The problem is that every three seconds, somewhere on earth, a child dies of a preventable disease.
You go take your arrogant statements about lazyness and meaningless cr$p like " the work skills" you are so good at" you go take those and the
misery that your repugnant competitive way of thinking inflicts upon others, to a living hellhole in Africa, and tell the parent of one of those
children that "if he'd just tried harder, his child might have lived". You go there and tell those people, who break their backs in the lithium
mines of Congo for your new I-Phone, on a wage of 3 dollars per 14 hour day, you go tell them that they need to "brush up on their skills".
People like you are the problem. So convinced that your confortable little sacrifices entitle you to impose misery and death upon other human beings
because you can't see them suffering so that you buy a new car or a flat screen TV.
I don't care what you give away through charity, charity is like putting a winnie the pooh plaster on a ruptured artery. You people, your simplistic
predator-like vision of the world, your money that banks speculate with, your way of life aimed at maintaining the status quo, you contributed to
rupturing that artery ! And you feel good and righteous about yourselves for putting that little plaster on the wound ! You have got to be kidding me
! Even if you gave away everything you have and spent the rest off your lives begging for forgivness it would'nt even start compensating all the
deaths and wars and famine that have been provoked so as that you can maintain your confortable little life style and your narrow minded way of
thinking.
Officially, I'm unemployed. And I'm proud of it. No money in the bank, hell, no money at all. I'm on the dole. And proud of it. Because I want to
suck every tiny little thing I can from out of this system that exists only to support huge inequalities and the suffering of the many for the benefit
of the few. I want this system to crumble and fail, and when it does, I want to be able to say : "never did I work for a system that killed so many
of my human brothers and sisters every day, on the contrary, I fought it with all I could, even if it cost me some of the personal comfort I could of
had".
I do not accept your vision of the world. You are the accomplices of mass genocide in the name of profit. I will not be a part of that. You
"deserve" all that money, because you fought your way to the top of an unjust social pyramid, and you accepted that structure without question. You
accepted the suffering it brought upon others, even if you did't feel concerned, because it wasn't "you", it's just the way things are, dog eat
dog, right ? Wrong.
You are responsible for the way things are.
You probably don't care about what I'm writing here. Too bad. You will one day. Lying on your deathbeds, you will reflect, maybe, upon what you have
accomplished in your lives. The answer is Nothing. Selfish profit for you and your own. And you maintained/aggravated inequalities between fellow men.
Kudos to you. When I die, I'll have nothing. But at least i'll know I had the BALLS to say NO to an injust and corrupt system, instead of being a
worthless pawn to global monetarism.