Success Is An Accident Of Birth
The vast majority of the affluent and successful were born into that destiny. A predetermined path with access to the best in education and lifestyle choices; a capability to concentrate without the stresses of not knowing where food is coming from or watching parents crumble; to nurture a mind not spoiled by the harshness of life on the breadline; contacts and opportunities to network with industry leaders and influential peers in their field.
The vast majority of the poor and vulnerable were born into that destiny. Why should those that have to struggle against the odds and adversity to maintain any form of equality and stability be punished further by disgusting, immoral, yet calculated neoliberal cuts, designed to keep them from achieving, so that those at the opposite end of the accident of birth lottery can flourish further?
There should be no road out of austerity on the backs of the vulnerable. Those with the means and strength to pull up their weak brothers and sisters have an obligation to do so.
No one is free until everyone is free.
The generation of entitlement
I recently hired a kid from Montana.
zak ortiz lower case intended.....
At first he acted grateful for the work. After a while he seemed to be doing fine. I was paying him very well about 1k a week.
It seemed as soon as his pay was received. Things would get more and more flaky each pay check. Things like showing up on Monday
Thinking it would be fine if he just left at noon well not for 1k a week! It seemed after a while "and thank you" was at the end of everything he said even when I was arguing with him?
Missing days constantly.soon sending me texts about "money he was owed" He had decided he should be making 2k a week "in his mind"ironically
That being how much I the owner was making?
After offering Crack to one of my good friends that was helping me out with extra work something along these lines of "I was drinking and smoking Crack all weekend I feel like smoking some right now" as he looks over to my friend with glossy eyes.....
By the way that being the same job I just had to credit the customer 3500.00 because of faulty work done by zak.
Now having repaired nearly every job he worked on because of half ass work done by zak or maybe I should call him
Crack,slack,...or jack I will call
Jack and this is why!@$#/.
After finally riding myself of him
He goes to my accountant and tells her any number of things he can conjure up about me doing illegal transactions work exc, Poor mistreated zak.
apparently I had not paid him for some weeks? what he was doing was nothing shy of extortion.apparently in this day and age you can pretty much say whatever you want to labor and industries and they will believe you and attack your employer with no regard with intention of doing nothing thing less than as much damage as possible regardless of if you are a legitimate employer.I still remember the greasy smile on his face as I handed him a check you didn't deserve and looking at me saying wasn't that easy to just pay me like he actually deserve the money.
but wait there's more!
come to find out a month later he was double cashing checks in my bag was accepting them to the tune of thousands of dollars.
finding out another month later he was siphoning my business account to the tune of maybe around 5k.that must have been "the money he was
Owed".
one would think this is some kind of isolated story its not pretty common in one fashion or another.kids these days pretty much think everyone should hand them shit to them then fuck everyone I'm going to get mine attitude. Sound just likes of rap songs I've heard in the past.just remember when you sit there thinking your boss is a piece of shit and he never pays you enough or gives you what you deserve. imagine the shit he goes through just to get your ass up a pay check.you know what after being in business for 4 year. All I really got is 60,000 dollars in debt.
Closing statement
to all you silver spoon jammed up your ass sideways sitting behind your mommies computer 21 year old living in your parents house sucking the tit of entitlement. having all your friends like your shit even though you couldn't write your way out of a wet paper bag.with your pre adolescent gibberish.Spending all your free time thinking everyone needs to give you something that you never earned and you will never deserve.Do the world a favor and go take a long walk off of a short dock....
Ps.I'll tell you how I really feel some other time.
Loved You
Her voice, which had always been noise, was suddenly music.
The screeching, careless loudness of highschool had long faded-- she wore business suits and collared dresses now.
She no longer changed men every week-- she had been single for three years. Lonely, but proud.
She regretted the tattoo I encouraged her to get-- I regretted it too.
She'd gone to a family reunion yesterday-- back then, she didn't know who her father was.
She'd changed a lot.
But as I sat at the high counter with her, ordering calories and calories of our comfort foods...
I noticed her foot swinging still, like it used to.
And I noticed a heart inked on her ankle.
And I noticed my name in the center of it.
No, she hadn't really changed at all.
To Chicago
A poster hung on a rotted through barn
In a field of corn lining the highway
Light poles and silos like dust in the distance
My memories are dissonant chords here.
Two rows of tiny trees and bleak fences
Confessing love to a lover.
Gradient sparkles on felt and plastic handles
Bare trees and frozen rivers and erosion lines
Red calligraphy pens and a gray sweater
Perfect lighting and perfect curtains
Lovingly disappointed, I think...
Barcodes, linoleum, fake stitches
Mindless designs-- I never made a wish.
Unfinished children's books, sadly
Blue men and museums, transferred cops
Bright and solid eastern gradient framed in silver wire--
Watch your step.