Thursday, March 21, 2019
The real cure
Today is the 50th anniversary of my arrest for possessing a forbidden seed in 1969.
I was planning on writing something, but I'm in the middle of courseware work and don't feel like delving into those subjects at the moment.
And come to think of it, that's the real point. USEFUL WORK is the best cure for craziness and crime. If I had been exposed to USEFUL WORK earlier, none of that shit would have happened.
In a saner place and time, my parents would have apprenticed me to a printshop at age 12. My natural talent and love of language and letters would have flourished and developed into physical and emotional discipline. (Physical? Yup. Lead is HEAVY and HOT.)
In 1969 the culture and laws of this demonic place had effectively eliminated the good and USEFUL options for development, forcing everyone to endure 16 years of insane delusional THEORY in public "schools" and "universities". This is called Our Precious Liberties And Freedoms.
Eventually, after many wasted years of THEORY, I got back on the right path of PRODUCTIVE work.
Well, I did write something after all.
Earlier this year I wrote a less grumpy piece.
Labels: Jail mode, Make or break
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