Really,
I have had a lot to do. I own two businesses and frequently get overwhelmed. Most of my problems are trivial or fixable with a bit or a burst of work. Alas, sometimes it just overwhelms me. I just hide. Not with my head under a blanket mind you..what i really do is go and involve myself with something so complicated that it takes me weeks or longer to get my footing.
People overload my public wifi? I spend two months reading about captiveportals , open node legal issues.
Buisness down this quarter? Go crazy reading alllllllllll about the economy.
Humm, I think it would be a good thing to learn computer programming? How about I spend a year reading about every computer language. Spend a hundred dollars on almost 20 used text books. Build eight PCs from junk. Test 5 different Linux distributions.
About two years ago my friend Matt suggested we make a CNC machine. I straight out told him that you can't make CNC machines you can only buy them. Boy.Was. I. Wrong.
Two years later I have built a half a dozen machines and learned about a hundredth of what I want to know about them.
Perhps it sounds like I am tooting my own horn and I admit that I am a bit, but I want you to get to know me. It is important that you know that to do these things I often negelect other import things. I am often unshaven, sleep deprived, thoughtless, smelly and far too slow to respond to sometimes important issues.
Yes I have let the power/phone/internet get shut off. Many many times. Most people who know me know that my sense of time is vague. Without a deadline my word is worthless.
Bringing me back to my main point. My deadline like most of my friends is the month. Every month we have to pay the bills, sniff the air, think about the weather, our jobs, our relationships and our future.
I really think that is what being an adult really is. Dealing with a deadline. Catch or find the food before the pain in your belly is too much. Feed the baby and the fire. On time or your future dies and you get eaten by the sabretooth tiger who's eyes you can see refelected in the firelight.
Do you get it yet? We get a trial by fire every single month and our elected representitives get 4 to 6 years between each foray into the trial we get every month.
By that metric our lives are are 48 times harder than theirs are. It is a bit spurrious, but seriously how many of us would turn down a job you almost could not lose for 4 years? Especially one that could lead to decades of lucrative follow on work that usually does not require much effort.
What I am asking is simply this. Could our government please talk to us like we are adults?
We all know that you have a cushy, albiet stressful job. We all know that most of you are opportunists rather than idealists.
So do us a favor and speak to us like we are adults. Drop the spin and the cultural camoflage and just tell us what the fuck is really going on.
I know this is an impossible request for those who have had nothing but contempt for the intelligence and motivations of the American public put in their heads since birth.
However it is necessary and it is necessary now. The alternative is your gradual fade from power.
That may seem a long reach but consider this. There is an entire generation that is willing to discard everything you hold dear for something that does not have a price. I call it an equitable world.
They do not even know what the consequences of their desires are, but they all insist on one thing. That thing is the truth.
They are all willing to bear the truth. No matter how heavy it is. It is an amazing thing that so many citizen are willing to carry that load and not pass the buck on to a figurehead.
That sucks for you. You are a figurehead.
Whether you work for shadowy corporate demons or a religeous ideology.
You are just a vessel. If that's ok with you then cool, but look out, because this generation is sick of it.
Treat us like adults or face you own extinction.
Friday, March 20, 2009
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