A
symptom of many intellectuals, academicans, beaureaucrats,
autocrats, cratocrats, and system slaves generally, is
a blindess. Blinded by their blinders, they are blind
to the non-blindness of the things around them. Invisible
to the truth, and blind to the lies... Is this the symptom
of too much education? A thoroughly washed brain? I don't
want to be learned, I don't want to be tamed. I mean,
I want to learn, but i refuse to go to school, and I consider
my school time in the past to be the draining of my life
blood. What did I get for all this blood drained? What
the fuck did I get? Slips of paper, humiliation, castration,
automation, mutilation, and desecration. What did i get
from school? A pure and sinister hatred for humanity and
all the -isms, -ists, -cracies and -crats around... a
lot of time gone, and a list of many other things... but
nothing good really. I met some people, but not that many.
Not as many as I met outside of school... no, it seems
to me that school was there to try and jam me into that
little peg that i was supposed to fit into... and if I
wouldn't go in, they would cut me into shape, drain my
blood, and watch as the vast puzzle made whole. The school
is one of the first battle grounds in this war... besides
the hospitals where we are first cast... and being a full
time philosopher and only a part time doctor, I’m
not so sure about the evils of the hospital system, although,
I am sure they mirror the other evils of our American
society. Anyhow, School, as far as I am concerned, is
the first battle ground, besides the parents. It is school
where we are socialized and learned and tamed, and as
I said, cut apart and slammed into a hole... and where
does this hole lead? On a safe track, through the hoops,
hoop after hoop leading to death. Hoop after hoop leading
to death. Through the hoop
into the waiting arms of death. Funny trick isn't it?
A nice, safe trick.
“Here
you go son, into the hole!”
“I
don't wanna go into the hole!”
“DAMMIT!
EVERYONE GOES IN THE HOLE!”
Once
in the hole.
Remember
to climb out.
Dig
out.
Dig
other tunnels.
Destroy
the tracks.
Destroy
the hoops.
A
real life is no trick, a real life is no game. Do not
play the game and you will find the real life.
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