| My American Dream
by Great Orion Voyager © 2009 thorkorps This Failed Nation lost me at Vietnam. My generation stared in disbelief as my dad’s generation murdered 60,000 American boys, wounded and drove crazy hundreds of thousands, blew to pieces and napalmed and starved to death over two million Vietnamese and Cambodian villagers for no reason at all. Students rioted on every campus, yet the Vietnam War raged from 1964-1974, a colossal evil that traumatized us with wounds that never healed. I have an excellent education and grew up rich. My parents were Nouveau Riche Petite Bourgeoisie Upper Class Twit Suburbanites. Dad was a millionaire commodities broker and kept a Puerto Rican golddigger whore as a mistress in his secret penthouse downtown. When mom found out she demanded a divorce. When I was ten years old, my parents divorced and we lost our mansion. Dad moved my mom, younger sister, brother and me into Chicago’s Near North Side by the John Hancock. Mom was a handsome blue-eyed trophy blonde who refused to get any job, so my dad kept us extremely poor to force her to work. She refused to do anything, like jilted Miss Havisham in Charles Dicken’s GREAT EXPECTATIONS. She just sat on our couch watching TV all day, snarling: “That Puerto Rican whore ruined my life!” Our refrigerator was constantly empty. I moved out at 16 and almost dropped out of high school to support myself working as a fast food grill cook. My dad spent half the year yachting around the world with his mistress. Never offered advice or said one word to me about anything at all. Typical American raised by a clueless single mom. She had no idea how to be a Provider, a Husband, a Real Man. I had no male role models. American kids are raised by single moms and taught by female teachers without any male role models. I got my male role models from library books. I read every biography of General George S. Patton and memorized passages from his diaries in WAR AS I KNEW IT, THE PATTON PAPERS and PATTON: A GENIUS FOR WAR. Patton taught me how to be a man. High school was a traumatic nightmare and I almost dropped out several times. I needed advice and wisdom but got stuck with these Nouveau Riche Petite Bourgeoisie Gits. Somehow made it to Northern Illinois University in Dekalb. From his yacht in the Amazon my dad mailed me a blank check for tuition. Upon graduation I drove to Venice Beach in my Datsun 210 Hatchback. West is the Best. As a public school teacher with a Bachelors Degree in Education, I hold teaching licenses in Arizona, California and Washington State. Taught junior high students in Navajo Nation for a year. Taught High School English, Art, History and Science in Phoenix, Arizona for five years. Enjoyed teaching, but Reagan declared war on teachers in the 1980’s. Suddenly every state claimed I needed a Masters Degree or a “Fifth Year” of graduate courses that cost tens of thousands in graduate tuition. My Arizona teaching contract paid $18,000 for the school year, barely enough for a studio apartment. No way could I afford graduate tuition. You don’t learn anything in these graduate courses. Graduate courses are a scam, just a way for state universities to steal tens of thousands in tuition. Never learned anything from any professor. I learned everything by reading hundreds of books. Noam Chomsky says graduate education is indoctrination to brainwash you to serve power. Graduate education forces you to focus on one narrow specialty, stunting your intellect. Graduate tuition is Indentured Servitude that forces you to serve corporate power just to pay back the student loan. Deeply in debt, you cannot afford to rebel or turn away from your chosen profession. Indentured Servitude is just another form of Slavery. Got a TEFL Teaching English as a Foreign Language Certificate to teach overseas. I taught English to high school students in Taipei, Taiwan for three years. Today in this Global Depression, English teaching barely pays a living wage anywhere in the world these days. Returned to America and tried to be a tutor, but states claim I need a business license to pay taxes I cannot afford. Refusing to pay graduate tuition, I quit teaching and drifted across the West. For a few years I sold my own landscape paintings, living in my Datsun 210 Hatchback on various Indian Reservations across Arizona. Made thousands selling my paintings, yet it was never enough to live on. Worked 72 jobs in three decades: Licensed public school teacher. Commodities trading floor clerk, stock market clerk, international bank clerk, executive secretary, office manager. Wholesale tree nurseryman, hospital clinic staff. Waffle House grill cook, McDonalds grill cook, hospital dishwasher, day labor temp. Latino illegal immigrants drove down wages for outdoor work, so I reluctantly drifted into cubicle slave jobs. Type 60 wpm and score 100% on MS Office, Word and Excel tests. Executive secretary jobs once paid a living wage. Now these jobs pay slave wages as welfare-to-work single mom desesperados flood the job market and unregulated job outsourcing destroys our nation. Cubicle Slavery is a living death: Wasted years taking dozens of horrible cubicle slave temp jobs. Temp agencies are vampire parasites who steal half your pay: Client pays agency $30 per hour, so agency pays you $15. Agencies have the nerve to claim they EARN this 100% markup for testing, interviews, reference checks and marketing. All lies. I spend six hours taking their typing tests and MS Office tests. MY LABOR, NOT THEIRS. They take ten seconds to read my test scores printout. They interview me for TEN MINUTES. They never called my references. Agencies don’t even advertise beyond a full-page ad in the Yellow Pages. Typical temp agent is some dimwit blonde 24-year-old sorority bitch named Muffy, Buffy, Tammi or Trixi, with a community college Associates Degree, too incompetent to work the jobs she gives you, yet she steals HALF your pay. How do these Vampire Parasites get away with such theft? Agencies are publicly traded global corporations that function as a mafia cartel holding monopoly on all temp jobs. I bought an Independent Contractor License and gave my brochure to every business in every city I lived in, asking for temp jobs. Every HR bureaucrat replied: “Sorry we never hire independent contractors. If you want a temp job here, you must go through a temp agency!” I am a degreed professional high school teacher. Yet this insane FUBAR economy turns EVERYONE into a Cubicle Slave. You sure as hell don’t want me as your Cubicle Slave: I refuse to return value to any capitalist. I take two hour lunch breaks, fight every supervisor every day, and walk off the job without notice in a violent temper tantrum. I bear grudges and hate everybody. I never forgive or forget. I fit the profile of a lone gunman who goes postal and shoots everyone. Been fired from dozens of jobs, never for incompetence, always for “insubordination,” my refusal to respect illegitimate authority. I get in trouble for improving efficiency, since improving efficiency means battling entrenched bureaucracy. Corporations don’t want efficiency as much as they want you to serve power, obey orders without question and perpetuate bureaucracy. Corporate culture is insane. I often spent weeks writing ten-page emails I sent direct to the company president and vice presidents documenting why my supervisor should be fired. I get the bitch fired for Gross Incompetence and Disrespecting Staff. Proud to report that over 72 jobs, my emails to senior executives got four supervisors, three managers and two directors fired. Cubicle Slave jobs gave me Post Traumatic Stress Disorder: Still makes me tremble in blinding violent rage, recalling abusive supervisors, broken bureaucracy, intolerable nightmares. Processed senior executive First Class airfare and hotel expenses totaling more than my entire annual salary. Processed independent contractors who billed $100 per hour for doing nothing. Processed $5,000 pension checks for a Vice President who got a half million every year even though he retired a decade ago. Processed a $33,000 executive headhunter fee, more than my entire annual salary, just to hire some 27-year-old stupid bitch with an MBA. Her salary was $200,000 per year for doing nothing, and she even got a “housing expense reimbursement” of $35,000 so she could flip her old mansion for a new mansion in a “hot” real estate speculator bubble. Handed this sorority bitch a check for $35,000 to cover her moving expenses, as I made barely $30,000 the whole year, giving my entire paycheck to my landlord for a crappy one bedroom apartment. Something inside just snapped. Almost shot that sorority bitch. Walked off the job without notice. Dozens of jobs end when I am no longer willing to enter the building. Spend the morning walking around the corporate headquarters perimeter, listening to birds, watching clouds drift in blue sky for hours. Walk home, pack up, leave town. Just one more job I walked off without notice. Corporate jobs totally suck: Lousy pay, abusive boss, terrible working conditions. Workers are stuck in tedious slave jobs in windowless basement cubicles being yelled at by abusive female supervisors. No empowerment. No freedom. Every aspect of your job determined by faceless aristocrats hiding in suburban McMansions thousands of miles away. Show up one morning and find yourself locked out, outsourced without notice. Pinkerton goons escort you off campus, confiscate your ID badge and toss you your final paycheck. Only reward for faithful service: You lose your health insurance. George Orwell described the modern corporate worker in ANIMAL FARM as Boxer the Horse: Hardworking, strong, loyal, competent, industrious Boxer the Horse assumes hard work always pays off. How do the pigs reward Boxer the Horse? They kill him by working him to death. Why bother working? Does hard work pay off? How many dishes do you have to wash, how many work orders must you complete, how many hours of cubicle slavery wins your 10,000 sq ft ten-bedroom mansion on a ten acre horse ranch hidden on a cul-de-sac on your own private road? Today anyone who works for a living is a Punk Chump Fool: Hard work brings no reward. The clever do no work but get rich by exploiting the clueless. American Nouveau Riche Petite Bourgeoisie are no different than Idle Rich Landed Gentry in Victorian England. Same ethic: WORK IS FOR SLAVES. Imperialism everywhere, everywhere: Thanks to Global Corporate Imperialism, the future belongs to the dull, illiterate, uneducated, unquestioning, unimaginative, obese bovine female happy to be stuck in a tedious slave job in a windowless basement cubicle being yelled at by an abusive female supervisor, a pathetic miserable wretch who won’t even protest or light anything on fire when she inevitably gets outsourced. I reject the entire Manager Class as illegitimate. These so-called leaders have no authority over me. Everything they were indoctrinated in grad school to get their MBA proved wrong. The Manager Class has the hubris to claim this is a Meritocracy so their graduate degree gives them authority. Nonsense. America is a Plutocracy run by gangsters wrong about everything. Moving our entire manufacturing base to China was criminal insanity. The Manager Class stole billions and bankrupt our nation. And they have the nerve to tell me how to do my job and when to take my lunch break! They made every job an intolerable nightmare hell. These managers deserve nothing but disrespect. Global Corporate Imperialist Crackers should be lynched. Executives are vampire parasites. Senior executives get millions for doing no work, locked in their office practicing golf puts. The one doing the work gets $10 per hour while the one doing no work gets $5,000 per hour. Executive suites are always on the top floor heavily guarded by security patrols, because if overworked underpaid workers in the basement could see what goes in executive penthouse suites, it would cause another French Revolution and all executives would be guillotined. Unregulated Job Outsourcing is criminal insanity that rendered our economy FUBAR. At a half dozen corporations I saw thousands of coworkers fired in mass layoffs without notice for no reason, escorted off campus by Pinkerton goons who toss final paychecks and confiscate ID badges. Executives get million dollar bonuses for firing their workforce. All these executives should be guillotined. Who is stewarding our ecosystem? No one. We have no wise leaders. Every member of the Criminal Bush Administration was a gangster happy to drop clusterbombs onto villages of women and children, torture civilians in Abu Ghraib and Guantanamo, and steal billions of your tax dollars accountable to no one. Corporate CEO's stole billions, outsourced our jobs to China, bankrupt our nation and caused the New Great Depression. You call these leaders? Today I own nothing but the clothes on my back and what fits into one duffel bag. Total value of all I own is less than $1,000. Cannot live indoors because I cannot afford one month rent or security deposit. Been homeless with no credit history or residence history or job history for years. Wasted valuable time emailing my resume to over 500 jobs. Never even got an interview. Five decades old, overqualified and unemployable. Cubicle Slavery is a living death. Good riddance. I am a Runaway Slave. Broke my chains. Refuse to pay federal tax to fund Imperial War. Refuse to return value to capitalists. I already had mi Revolucion de Socialista. If that makes me an Outlaw and sends me to prison, I’ll just live off your tax dollars forever. As a teacher, I’ll use every minute to radicalize fellow prisoners. They’ll have to keep me in solitary confinement like Papillon. Been all round this world: Two decades in Midwest towns. Five years in Phoenix, Tucson, Pima Gila River, Apache Four Peaks, Navajo Nation. Years in Los Angeles, Boston. Five years in San Francisco and the Bay Area, Concord, Santa Rosa. Three years in Taipei, Taiwan. Five years in Seattle and Spokane. Months in Sonora Desert, Mojave Desert, Monument Valley, Lake Powell, Grand Canyon, Four Peaks, Palau, Saipan, Guam, Cebu, The Philippines. Wrote some of my best work at Malibu Beach, Venice Beach, Griffith Park, Annadel State Park, Fort Funston Beach, Grizzly Peak, Bainbridge Island, Palisades Park, UW, UA, ASU, UCLA, UC Berkeley, Stanford and Harvard. Lived everywhere, in hostel bunk rooms, suburban mansions, downtown penthouse suites, a cabin in Navajo Nation, a three-bedroom in Taipei, a bungalow in Hollywood, a transient hotel in Tenderloin, two dozen apartments from elegant skyscrapers to transient hotel nightmares. White suburbs, Black ghettos, Latino barrios. Slept in my Datsun 210 Hatchback for years on Indian Reservations. Drank whiskey with Indians and shot guns in the desert. Teutonic Suicide Blonde, Irish Redhead, Bluegrass Appalachian Hillbilly, Mayflower WASP, Scandi Green-Eye Goddess, Marin County Hippie, Taiwanese Panda, Hillbilly Elfin Sprite. Been all round this world. I am a Deep Ecologist, an old tree-spiker, one of Edward Abbey’s Monkeywrench Gang. Earth is magnificent. Humans are in infestation upon this Garden Planet. We need to get overpopulation down to sustainable levels. Carrying capacity has been reached everywhere. Considered selling solar panels, but most solar panels are made in China. American companies claiming solar panels are “Made in USA” in fact use components made in China. Only solar panels I would consider must be entirely MADE IN USA: Sell two-foot-square $50 MADE IN USA Solar Panels at swap meets and farmers markets to power the homeless living in tents. Currently such a product does not exist regardless of need. Total Market Failure. Fukit. Sleep outdoors and live on Food Bank donations. To hell with Americans and their insane FUBAR economy. AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL: Yeah right. Sing that to our brave brothas tortured and waterboarded in Abu Ghraib and Guantanamo by evil American turds. Nothing beautiful about Americans, a race of greedy illiterate willfully ignorant violent drunk drug addict obese SUV-driving turds. White Americans stole the last best Continental Eden and paved it over in barely two centuries. The North American ecosystem is still relatively pristine only because whites haven’t been here long enough to totally pave it over. Give whites one more century and they’ll FUBAR this Continental Eden. Whites intend to make EVERYONE a cubicle slave. Their Great White Experiment failed. Our once and future Continental Eden is the legacy of Chief Joseph, Sitting Bull, Crazy Horse, Red Cloud, Geronimo and Tecumseh. American Indians thrived in tent cities, lived sustainably and stewarded this continent for over 12,000 years. It is time to live in tents and grow our own food. Power from solar panels. Return to nature. Own nothing. Build Healthy Sustainable Community. Steward our Continental Eden. !Si Se Puede! Imagine Jeffersonian Democracy: Imagine a nation of landowners, farmers who grow their own food, educated empowered decision-makers who do not report to any boss. IMAGINE FREE, STRONG, EDUCATED, LITERATE, EMPOWERED CITIZENS, STRONG FAMILIES WORKING OUT OF SELF-INTEREST TO FORGE HEALTHY SUSTAINABLE COMMUNITY…. Imagine. “Toohoolhoolzote was not impressed. He crossed his arms and shifted on his feet and muttered something angrily: ‘Who are you, that you ask us to talk, and then tell me I shan’t talk? Are you the Great Spirit? Did you make the rivers run for us to drink? Did you make the grass to grow? Did you make all these things, that you now talk to us as though we were boys?’ General Howard noticed a few heads nodding in agreement. ‘What did he say?’ the general snapped at the interpreter…. Now it was White Bird’s turn to speak. He was an old medicine man, a chief from the Salmon River gold regions, and his people had seen their share of trouble with the whites. White Bird looked at Howard sternly: ‘If I had been taught from early life to be governed by the white man, I would be governed by the white man. But the earth rules me!’ General Howard moved forward threateningly: ‘Then you do not propose to comply with the orders of the government?’ Toohoolhoolzote stopped for a moment: ‘The Indians may do what they want, but I am not going on no reservation.’” Diana Yates, CHIEF JOSEPH: THUNDER ROLLING DOWN FROM THE MOUNTAINS Friedrich Nietzsche, THE DAWN, 1881 "I would not know what to say to workers of factory slavery, provided they do not consider it altogether shameful to be used up as they are, as gears of a machine. Phew! To believe that higher pay could abolish your misery, to be talked into thinking that such an increase could transform the Shame of Slavery into a Virtue! Phew! To have a price upon which you become a gear! Are you co-conspirators in the current folly of nations who want to produce as much as possible and be rich as possible? What vast sums of Inner Worth are thrown away. Better to emigrate, and in savage fresh regions seek to be Master of the World and master of myself! Keep changing locations so long as slavery beckons: Never avoid adventure. Be prepared for death. What began at home as dangerous discontent will once outside gain a wild beauty and be called Heroism." |