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When you enter the work force, there are powerful psychological conditioning forces holding you there.  I’m not sure if they were started at a very young age, but most likely your parents did you no favors.  It is almost as simple as “misery loves company”.  All those creators and sponsors of advertisements could almost be imagined as subconsciously thinking, I’ve got to work at this crappy job so this ass picking snot slinging imbecilic conehead of a child can mercilessly henpeck and torment his parents for our commercialized product nobody needs but everyone will want after we surround our ad with a Saturday morning cartoon and then those guardians of said offspring can stay at their crappy job and enjoy it as little as I do.  Now multiply that by thousands of companies and millions of empty sponge brained kids.  And of course there are other factors.  Under the guise of readying ones children for the rigors of adulthood, an impressionable tike is filled with visions of unrelenting study and difficult training to achieve a crappy little job of their own.

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One can almost wonder if a parents guidance is mostly concern but just a little bit of self justification added?   Why, a crappy job MUST be good if feeds my child.  It helps a parent sleep at night that their purposeless existence is justified.  So, in order to excuse their own lack of freedom they condemn the child to the same.  Yes, just a tiny bit hyperbolic.  And, no, I’m not trying to be that insufferable prick who becomes sober and makes fun of your alcoholism.  I’m free of the corporate world but it certainly is not for everyone or even most everyone.  The NOL won’t stop working and she has rental income coming in PLUS she is two years away from Social Security.  She just can’t stay relaxed and must keep active-and working does that for her.  I’m digging a useless hole in the ground to stay busy-and that is labor I WAS getting paid for, a lot of critics might contend.  No, my only point to these musings is for entertainment purposes.  Not judgment or feelings of superiority.  I find it amusing how easily humans-ALL of us, especially me-are controlled and manipulated. 

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For instance, peoples politics seem to strongly center around their own personal security and have zero to do with justice, morality or group cohesion ( group cohesion has been dead for fifty years.  The collapse started back then.  But, please, do continue to insist you have another fifty to prepare for the end.  That way you can have all the needed toys ).  If you hate welfare recipients, you are either a closet racist ( more accurately a xenophobe, but mislabeled racist due to popular misconception ) or are justifying staying in your crappy little job.  As in, I feel superior because I “work”-even if it is for the official protection racket that lives by killing those who refuse to pay, then killing some of those who pay but are less important to others that pay, such as cancer patients dieing from corporate pollution.  Self-justification for wasting our lives enriching our betters through under compensated labor is just one of many ways we are manipulated.  The Elites fully understand how to pull our strings, and all it takes is a basic understanding of human nature ( and all the while they finance Political Correctness which at its core seeks to deny the ability of humans to have said nature, rather insisting loudly and shrilly that nurture is all and everything.  What better way to confuse folks as to how they are controlled? ).

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Think of your job as a hunt for the prize in a Cracker Jack box.  I don’t know what age or what generation you wake up and say, hey, these toys used to be cool like little Monopoly game tokes, then they went to cheap plastic but NOW, the worthless whores are just rub on crappy fake tattoo’s and as useful as tits on a bull.  But the nasty tasting snack is still selling so I think kids are still falling for the false promise of sub par prizes.  So are we as adults.  We go to work for no other purpose than redistributing wealth up the pyramid.  No ones job is all that useful.  Cops enforce the monopoly of force.  Soldiers enforce colonialism and the bankers monopoly on creating Dollars.  Paramedics and EMT’s channel money into the insurance and medical industry.  The incidental savings of lives are merely window dressing justifications of existence, a ruse to wow the rubes, not their primary purpose ( of course, as my son said to me, I don’t care if the war is over oil, the PetroDollar or enriching the elite, I just want to go kill something.  Wise words I once likewise thought.  The participants are more than willing, obviously ). 

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What are your real, true rewards other than the ability to justify wasting your life?  Cracker Jack prizes.  Little of intrinsic value but bright and shiny nonetheless.  A pretty car never paid for ( compulsory insurance, gas taxes and etc. ) and a pretty McMansion never without monetary demands ( a money pit until your sucker offspring inherit the turd ).  Pretty clothes made with slave labor and unable to handle the rigors of the gentle wash cycle, cheap quality doubling or tripling the needed cotton which competes for food growing land ( Gott forbid we legalize hemp to replace cotton ).  The ability to Facebook each other after we eat a hamburger ( look, no cost digital photography allows me to capture perfectly mundane moments! ) or clean our ass ( praise me!  I know how to wipe! ).  We are sad little puppies fully conditioned to respond to the Pavlovian dinner bell, pleased with ourselves for begging for the scraps we so adore ( and me?  “Oh, look at my shiny pretty content.  Please send me a dollar a month.  I’ll love you for it“.  Of course, thinking about it, I suppose begging beats getting screwed for money.  I think ).

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