DreamSequence
crazy ass white boy
- Oct 21, 2021
- 346
funny book
pg 35-38
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pg 35-38
HARASSMENT ARCHITECTURE
HONEST WORK DOESN'T WORK.
What'll it be? How will you ride this life out? Do you work in
what you consider to be an honest trade, five days a week for the
rest of your life, maybe more and maybe less? Do you scam and
grift and steal everything from a world you see as rotten regardless?
What is honest work anymore? Seven months to build a
department store. Seven months of work — electricians, masons,
framers, plumbers, realtors, painters, floorers, upper management.
Seven months after completion, it closes, because nobody fucking
cares about a PetSmart when Amazon has everything and cheaper.
Seven months alongside creatures who snuck over the border and
work for wages so low that even the "good old American" types
subcontract them. There's a superintendent walking around with the
country's flag on his shoulder, watching illegal aliens misalign studs
and door frames — he says nothing to object. You'd get fired if you
ripped that flag off his reflective jacket. He doesn't care; he finds
new ways to shift the blame. He acts like it's someone else job to
smash the windows out of invasive creatures' vehicles. Honest work,
is it? The result is a department store that you were forced to build
with non-English speakers. It closes down and you do it again a
couple months later. We should be building hulking monuments,
statues, places that look good in and out, alongside people who
belong here. You and I were fucking scammed. You were scammed.
I was scammed. But it's up to us to reverse the heavy damages.
Reverse meaning burn it all down.
What is honest work? Selling poisonous food to poisoned
people? Selling useless shit to useless retards? Selling things to
people that then sell those things too? In this moment, the noblest
trade is mastering the art of leisure. I can't think of a smarter person
than someone who figures out a way to rob the modern world blind
and never work again. I can't think of a smarter person than someone
who successfully leeches off government programs, with good taste
of course. The best of all trade work is aristocracy. Our working
class is completely dead inside; anyone who has spent a day's time
around them can tell you this. This "honest work" — building dollar
stores, mall temples, ratholes — it takes hostage the soul of many
could-be heroes. If "honest work" was human, he'd be charged with
many crimes, one of which against nature. God sits above and
mourns the construction of yet another strip mall. It's true, I've seen
and felt him do so. God to me sometimes feels like a close and
personal friend, and he looks constantly disappointed, even in me.
He mourns the destruction of his lush and hungry forests for
GameStop number seven thousand and Chinese buffet number
whatever. Those responsible for decisions like these will pay dearly
for this level of sin; you'd have to be a fucking idiot to think you
escape free of punishment.
All this "honest work" kills beauty in man too. It forces men
into poor diet, poor choices, poor paths outside the workplace.
Everything in life for them, whether they chose so or not, must
revolve around their "honest work". No time to research, pick, and
cook a proper meal so I have chips and soda again. No time to work
out, to worship the sun in peace, to study so I watch television and
jerk off in-between beers again. No time to even so much as
consider another way of life so I hammer nails into useless thing for
useless people in useless place again. You are being scammed, robbed
It's a sin to drown yourself in work forever, unless of course
that work produces things of greatness. Chances are that's not the
case.
Quit your job and rob the world blind, legally if you can
manage it. Honest work here today, in this lower kind of world, is a
spook. Complete illusion. You aren't a better person for making
money in a "respectable" fashion — you are handicapped and lying
to yourself. Honest work is a confused and pointless shot in the foot.
You'll limp home every day for the rest of your life. Quit your job
and sit in the sun every day. Quit your job and run away into the
woods forever. Quit your job and shoot a politician. Escape by
speedboat off the coast of Miami, hide in the tropics somewhere. Do
it again there, speedboat even farther south. Kill your miser boss and
his miser boss and escape using one of their private jets. Go to the
marina at night with twenty-five friends and steal every yacht you
can. Sail as a fleet, down into the southern world, and conquer small
towns. Kill yourself if it doesn't work out. Fly to East Europe and
die in war. Or just keep making department stores until you rot
away, maybe have a couple beers and play a little golf in-between.
Do you understand how many arsonists go uncaught? Not even
close to caught? Just figure out how to do it and start soon. To be
working class in this day and age is to be suicidal and complacent.
Or maybe you just don't "get it".
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