Writing on the Stall


Come Back to the Blue Bench

          Let’s just get this in the open now, okay. I hate all you people who write poems about flowers and trees, and about how the birds sing and snow falls. I hate your fake insights, deprived of any common sense or reality. I hate the movies you watch, the books you read, and the people you associate with.
          I found a quote in an e-mail today, it reminded me of some romantic idiotic comment: “The happiest of people don’t necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.” That must be the most deprived thought I’ve ever heard. Some of you should repeat that 7 times each morning before you put that cold black barrel in your mouth. Your self-help motivational speeches are made for over- worked, over-drugged, Prozac addicts who watch too much television.
          So where are all you people gonna be after you graduate (those who do)? Sitting in Fredonia with a stack of terrible poems, watching yourself on America’s Most Wanted? Remove the life sucking tumors off your brains! Half the teachers in this school are parasites. For those who are seeking any type of guidance, the counselor is a distant step. Why do we fear to be individuals and to speak out against the fakes?

“For nonconformity the world whips you with its displeasure. And therefore a man must learn how to estimate a sour face; but the sour faces of the multitude, like their sweet faces, have no deep cause, and are put on and off as the wind blows and as a newspaper directs.” From Self Reliance by Mr. Emerson

Pastel-Yellow Hell

          As you pull up a desk in this pastel-yellow hell, you have to wonder,”What will I learn today?” The truth is that you won’t be learning anything. The truth is that this public school can’t help but advocate anything except obedience to the state. Most likely your day will consist of something tantamount to a force-feeding of government propaganda.
          It starts in grade school. Some of you may recall being pumped full of that self-esteem agenda the public school so fervently embraced. This whole program told us we were fine just the way we were. While boosting our egos, the system stifled our resolve to improve. Along with self-esteem, we were taught who and what to admire. The government’s heroes became our heroes and, likewise, we learned to hate the government’s enemies. Programs such as D.A.R.E. left us with the impression that the government’s war on drugs was in our best interest.
          With our minds sufficiently in the gutter, we enter high school with the state-induced desire to pursue a career. This would be fine if we weren’t already brainwashed to willingly give a portion of our earnings to the government, which, by the way, only fund more public schools.
          But along with all of this, there must be some valuable education, right? On the contrary, our education here in America is plummeting fast. Under the previously mentioned pretense of self-esteem, we lose the desire to obtain knowledge. As more and more fall behind, the system doesn’t use traditional capitalist ideals to motivate them, but instead slows the education down to their level. This