originally posted by: NthOther
originally posted by: Metallicus
When someone no longer is personally responsible for providing what they need to live they become a slave to the society or entity that provides those
Socialism is just slavery with a pretty title.
So is industrial capitalism. No one can truly provide for themselves anymore due to the specialization of labor required for the mass production of
all the junk we've been told will set us free.
We're slaves to the machine it's created, which will be brutally apparent after it collapses and no one can figure out how to wipe their own
ass without instructions and expert supervision.
For a nominal fee, of course.
I do not want to neglect this post.
Industrial capitalism eventually leads to socialism. That's the point.
You are right, this society has gone far into the depths of foolishness. Consider a parallel: No one knows they're a slave to the machine because it
provides them with the internet.
I am not employed. I have a small cleaning business which I've used to support my family and also to fund the startup of my hybrid photography
business. Every now and then I will take some construction and roofing jobs. I never allow myself to be employed, however. I need to be the
director of my time as much as possible. I also need to be able to give others as much freedom as they desire. It has not been easy going this
route. It has been downright taxing... (no...? Okay.) But I make $45 an hour cleaning and $75 doing photography now. I quit college twice because
both times I somehow was conned into believing I would need the "eduation" and in the middle of the curriculum I realized that the people teaching me
were less intelligent than me and I got bored. I almost didn't graduate my senior high school year despite having a GPA of 3.7 because I didn't show
up for a third of the year. In fact, when I got a letter saying that if I missed another 11 days, I couldn't graduate, I scheduled the other 10 days
off that I was allowed. LOL.
I love being told what to do by those that know what they're doing. I work like the Tasmanian Devil on meth and without all the destruction.
But I hate being told what to do by those that don't know what they're doing. It is either frustrating or boring. It depends on my mood.
I've worked fast food, worked retail front and back, taught Taekwondo, installed tents of all sizes, repaired every aspect of vehicles besides the
computers and welding, roofing of all types, foundations for warehouses, built every aspect of a house except for digging the hole, cleaned up
garbage; I've learned all about jewelry and became a jewelry consultant at Zale's; I've taken care of cows, horses, chickens, dogs, cats, birds,
fish, gardens, and small crops so much that # smells fresh; I've cut down many trees and split at least 500 cords of wood (I believe i'm severely
understating that, but better that...), I've hand carved/whittled tobacco pipes out of hickory, cherry, and cedar (don't smoke the cedar, for the love
of God), and sold them; I've repaired computers, old and new, from the bottom up; I've recorded my music and produced my own professional CDs in
jewel cases with professional labels and all and sold them (sold more .mp3s, so I quit wasting my time); I play fingerstyle and lead acoustic guitar,
bass, drums, write, and sing. I've made money playing shows. I've played the Hard Rock cafe in Nashville, and that was not even close to my best
moment, no, in fact, that was a bad moment, oh no... I've been a bartender. I've worked in factory with presses. So all these previous things I GOT
PAID FOR, usually as an employee.
I've read the Bible MANY times. You have to, or else you don't actually GET it.
Not that I really had to, but I have researched physics quite a bit. I feel like it's been pointless because all of what is obvious is still being
missed. Whatever. I frequently research different strings of history. I'll have a dream or I'll stumble upon a name or something... then I'll read.
But then I need to know where THAT came from. Then THAT. And so on. And then I think, "How does that connect to this?" So then I have to go over
there... and over there... until I have 50 windows open and my RAM meter says, "You're killing me, smalls."
What does all of this have to do with your post, you ask? But the connections are so obvious.
I have seen many parts of the machine. Let me tell you, we're not slaves to it if we don't want to be. Everyone who is a slave to the machine WANTS
to be. I went in, worked harder than everyone else, learned everything, got bored, and moved on. Sometimes the schedule wouldn't let me sleep.
No... I'm going to sleep. Thanks. Sometimes the schedule wouldn't allow me to have a break. So? I'm taking a break. Rules are necessary, but I'm
a wet fish to too heavy a hand.
I always wanted to learn all the skills. Always. Never wanted to not know. Had to know how so that I could do it, and, if possible, improve it.
And I always did. I'd always be done so quickly. Then I have more responsibility. I'd develop new systems. "Wow!" No, sorry, gotta go. This is a
I always knew that I had to be in charge of what I'm doing. I don't want to be in charge of other people. For God's sake, take charge of yourself.
If you can't take charge of yourself, who are you to complain about bought and paid for politicians? It's the cog calling the cog brass!
Many of us do need some form of support in this economic environment. Yes, we do. Not because we should need it. The system desires that we need
it. But I don't want it.
So I keep searching and learning. And doing. I master current systems, but I have failed miserably a thousand times setting up my own systems. But
then, I found one.
I have an eye for detail and I am somewhat obsessive about doing my job. It will be right. I am also impatient about time. So it will be done right
right now. Patience is for research, observing, family, or a relaxing day building things with a friend. It's not for paid work that is taking away
my free time. As well, since my bank account has always been quite lonely, I had to pick a business that would have very low cost, but require my
abilities, in order to be able to provide enough money.
Cleaning. $45 an hour. Yes, that's right. I made the number up. I was considering one day, "What would I like to be paid?" After a few minutes of
performing the equations in my head, the number "45" kept appearing like a neon sign. I felt guilty considering it. I used to just want a $15 an
hour job, thinking that would solve my problems. Telling someone I'm worth $45 an HOUR?! What was I thinking?
Um, it worked. And guess what I learned? I am worth that $45 an hour. It pays for all the materials I use, for repair and replacement, for rent,
for food, for kids, etc. When business costs are factored in, we actually get about $20 an hour for us. Hum.
But then I picked up a camera one day. Oops. Now I gotta master something else. And guess what? I did.
Now I'm charging about $75 an hour for that.
Welcome to the United States of America, folks.