One of the greatest literary pieces I have ever read was a comic book made into a movie: V for Vendetta. It gave a story that, using crafty
metaphors, is perhaps the finest work on pro-liberty viewpoints ever penned. One part, in particular, is crafty and aptly defines the primary issue
as I see it: The People have no spine, no will to make the world, to be the change that they want:
Good evening, London. I thought it time we had a little talk. Are you sitting comfortably? Then I’ll begin…
I suppose you’re wondering why I’ve called you here this evening. Well you see, I’m not entirely satisfied with your performance lately….
I’m afraid your work’s been slipping, and…and well, I’m afraid we’ve been thinking about letting you go.
Oh, I know, I know. You’ve been with the company a long time now. Almost…Let me see. Almost ten thousand years! My word, doesn’t time fly?
It seems like only yesterday…I remember the day you commenced your employment, swinging down from the trees, fresh-faced and nervous, A bone clasped
in your bristling fist… “Where do I start, sir?” You asked, plaintively.
I recall my exact words: “There’s a pile of dinosaur eggs over there, youngster,” I said smiling paternally the while. “Get sucking.”
Well, we’ve certainly come a long way since then, havn’t we? And yes, yes, you’re right, in all that time you havn’t missed a day. Well
done, thou good and faithful servant. Also please don’t think I’ve forgotten about your out-standing service record, or about all of the
invaluable contributions that you’ve made to the company… Fire ,the wheel of agriculture…It’s an impressive list, old-timer. A jolly
impressive list. Don’t get me wrong.
But…well, to be frank, we’ve had our problems ,too. There’s no getting away from it. Do you know what I think a lot of it stems from? I’ll
tell you… It’s your basic unwillingless to get on within the company. You don’t seem to want to face up to any real responsibility, or to be
your own boss. Lord knows, you’ve been given plenty of opportunities…We’ve offered you promotion time and time again, and each time you’ve
turned us down. :”I couldn’t handle the work, Guv’nor,” you wheedled. “I know my place”
To be frank, you’re not trying, are you? You see, you’ve been standing still for far too long, and it’s starting to show in your work….And
I might add, in your general standard behaviour. The constant bickering on the factory floor has not escaped my attention…Nor the recent bouts of
rowdiness in the staff canteen. Then of course there’s….Hmmmm. Well, I didn’t really want to have to bring this up, but…Well, you see I’ve
been hearing some disturbing rumours about your personal life.
No, never you mind who told me. No names, no pack drill…I understand that you are unable to get on with your spouse. I hear that you argue. I am
told that you shout. Violence has been mentioned. I am reliably informed that you always hurt the one you love…The one you shouldn’t hurt at
And what about the children? It’s always the children who suffer, as you’re well aware. Poor little mites. What are they to make of it? What
are they to make of your bullying, your despair, your cowardice and all your fondly nurtured bigotries? Really, it’s not good enough, is it? And
it’s no good blaming the drop in work standards upon bad management, either….
Though, to be sure, the management is very bad. In fact, let usnot mince words…the managment is terrible! We’ve had a string of embezzlers,
frauds, liars and lunatics making a string of catastrophic decisions. This is plain fact.
But who elected them? It was you! You who appointed these people! You who gave them the power to make your decisions for you! While I’ll admit
that anyone can make a mistake once, to go on making the same lethal errors century after century seems to me nothing short of deliberate.
You have encouraged these malicious incompetents, who have made your working life a shambles. You have accepted without question their senseless
orders. You have allowed them to fill your workspace with dangerous and unproven machines.
All you had to say was “NO.” You have no spine. You have no pride. You are no longer an asset to the company. I will however, be generous. You
will be granted two years to show me some improvement in your work. If at the end of that time you are still unwilling to make a go of it…You’re
That will be all. You may return to your labours.
A school district near my hometown has miserably failed. Football…they are kings. Academically, they suck. Teen pregnancy is at an all time high.
Of the 26 pregnant girls at one high school, 24 tested positive for an STD. They have consistently failed to meet state standards in multiple areas
including standardized testing. And now we are seeing a lot of parents answer state budget cuts by moving their kids to private schools.
This bothers me. First, I think forced taxes to pay for schools when you have no children enrolled is wrong. Tuition should be a parental
responsibility. Of course, there is that argument that local business benefits from a well educated workforce. And I really do not argue that point.
So quickly moving on….
…what bothers me is that parents have allowed utterly lack luster performance, along with skyrocketing teen substance abuse rates, pregnancy, and
STD rates. That was all shrugged off. But now that we are seeing budget cuts, people are flying to private schools.
But they will still be paying taxes to support the local ISD. And more affluent people, who are more likely to move to private schools, will have a
heavier burden due to ISD’s being supported by property taxes.
Why do The People (and small businesses) not raise hell? Why not rally and protest the completely miserable performance (except in football, where
they are perennial state playoff contenders, both schools, as well as achieving some national fame for their pivotal role in the Odessa Permian story
of Friday Night Lights.
I am a former West Texas high school football player. I was large for the small towns of West Texas, and did very well as an athlete. I value
football, so don’t get this rant wrong. It is not about gridiron success. It is about a lack of involvement from the tax payers. A lack of
accountability for the people who have produced such a failure of a product.