10 Minutes...


God help me. I have the world of messages to convey here and I have the last 10 minutes of my life to convey them. The apocalypse approaches, the doomsday profits among us push us to feel panic and we listen because we are conditioned to listen. And what we are conditioned to listen to best is the post-modern, post-truth, post-scientific-fact, idealistic whining of our young revolutionaries. Young rebels without a f’cking clue. Years of brainwashing from marketeers far and wide. It use to be heaven’s little problem only but now it’s become a torrential leak from North America and Europe into the emerging economy. 

Now, the emerging economy has completed it’s Master’s in Business and is also brainlessly attacking from the left flank. What are we to think when from the left pours out vitriol and angry yet filled with purposelessness barbs against anyone who would dare stand and try to teach and or advise them in the realities of this world there by supposedly blocking their Peter Pan path of desperately trying to remain childlike and full of potential instead of like the rest of the world who have grown up and transformed their potential into actual and now have to pay for the brainwashing of their children peppered full of misplaced revolutionary youthful idealist machinations? In other words, grow the f’ck up and bear your responsibilities with dignity like the rest of us have to!

Speaking of dignity, it is not something self-claimed. Dignity is bestowed. Dignity is seen by others as a characteristic of a person’s life, not a haughty feeling of an embarrassed soul having just realized in the midst of their youthful idealist revolutionary brainwashed existence, that their most sweetly held, tenured radical-fed assumptions are completely wrong and out of joint outside the ivory towers they were gestated in.

Wrong. Too bad. See, the world is THIS way. And all along throughout your illustrious Humanities University sojourn, that you bought into so easily, you thought it was THAT way? Ha! Tsk tsk! Hang thy head in shame for being hoodwinked by Professors Derrida and Baudrillard my young colleagues, and claimeth NOT the self-imposed dignity you feel you are entitled to just because you have made a serious radical left-a-list blunder in judgement in your pursuit of a post-secondary certification. Please let dignity be. Perhaps one day, after having suffered your humiliation of assuming wrong for enough time for you to understand and let go of your debilitating stubbornness, perhaps, one day the Gods will look favorably once again down upon you and BESTOW upon you the authentic dignity you yearn for, oh thou most revolutionary Lord-child of stardust entitlement-hood.

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