SURVIVAL BLOG GRADUATION
The Grand Poo Baa has mentioned little ‘ol me ( thanks to a minion alert I was able to go check it out- normally I don’t have enough online time to check out the weekend articles ) and I stand humbled. Now, the one other time this happened I only noticed a one day traffic increase. So what I’m about to say will fall on deaf ears of my regular minions, seeing as how the Survival Blog article was on Saturday, the great unwashed masses looked me up on that day and came across Friday’s article and probably said something along the lines of “sweet Lord Baby Jesus, this guy is full of crap. Where are his ads for $500 grain grinders, $300 knifes and $3k thermal scopes? How does one survive a three day grid down without gadgets?” Nonetheless, on the off chance one or two do tune in today, I wish to clarify the statement on my pimping war surplus rifles for the po white trailer trash out there that don’t see fit to work in a mega-city and plan on taking a jetpack to their mountaintop retreat. I’ve always advocated said rifles, until recently. If Mosin-Nagants are now going for $200 and Enfield’s and Mausers are going for $350, it is now cheaper to go with a modern bolt action ( or, preferably to minimize weight and complexity, single shot break-open actions ) than to stay with war surplus rifles. The one main advantage on the surplus, besides being much more robust, was the bayonet which substituted for the lack of a sidearm for the truly poor prepper. But, given that these arms are used and abused, the higher cost isn’t justified just for a bayonet. And besides, modern rifles are scope ready, whereas the surplus needed an extra cost mount.
Okay, enough pandering to readers who aren’t there. Today’s main topic is graduation. All across the land, overweight overwrought mothers are vomiting money and time in celebration of High School graduation. Now, until recently, graduating college had a minimal amount of reason for celebration. While still too expensive, at least the graduation ceremony recognized 1) finally, a halt to the debt compilation and, 2) the start on the road to a possibility of a decent career. Of course, now it just means the start on the road to an entire lifetime of debt bondage, but we won’t go into that. But what really chaps my ass is celebrating High School graduation. Despite many library’s worth of books I’ve read, until recently I was pretty much book smart and common sense poor. Luckily I finally got my nose out of books just enough to realize life was full of asshat bastard scum sucking anal whores who were out to get me and kill me dead. But even I, innocent and vulnerable as I was, still recognized at the time what a scam High School was. Compulsory public education was a nifty socialist idea we stole from the Krauts, and in the process laid the groundwork for a lot more un-Constitutional activity. It started out “for the children” and the propaganda worked so well we are still using that excuse. School started out to train factory workers, one of the first Socialized Cost And Privatized Profit schemes after Industrial war and the railroads. Now it offers up no education whatsoever but handily trains the next generation of welfare recipients in how to correctly translate Orwellian Speak. You would think that a few parents out there recognize this blatant Goebbels Handbook technique but from the number of celebrations connected to this fake celebration I’m wondering.
Your child, mouth breathing drooling banjo playing parent, has accomplished NOTHING, other than being an obedient citizen. While they might have accidently picked up a few bits of knowledge besides politically correct sex education whereas butt poking and AIDS are sold as diversity, that isn’t anything they couldn’t have done on their own in a library. They might have learned algebra and biology, but by and large this will not get them very far behind the burger flipping stovetop. Those classes aren’t even education but mindless memorize, regurgitate and forget exercises. Just like most of those college classes you are paying ten grand a semester for. High School is a prison sentence. Not much more and certainly no less. You want to celebrate the release from prison? And even if that was a good idea, which I have my doubts about because you are in essence celebrating at a funeral, don’t you understand your child is jumping from the pan into the fire? He is trading a minimally invasive system ( only in relation of course ) for a more severe one. Going from the charade of education where failure is almost impossible to achieve with the expectations lowered over generations, and hence a form of protest is allowed by minimal participation, to a corporate culture where not only is your time and effort expected, but your very soul as well. How friggin rude to celebrate that!
You allow your child to be stunted intellectually, then throw a few cups of grossly overpriced cancer causing artificially colored frosting at him amidst confetti and balloons, celebrating his future imprisonment to a corporation. You ignorant ass! If I agreed with the whole “child protective service sham”, which obviously I don’t, I would advocate for any parent to subject their child to this kind of celebration as unfit and dangerous to their offspring. Grounds for foster care. Alas, all I’m allowed to do is ridicule and mock. Do you even realize how easy you make it for the bankers to enslave you? It isn’t enough that you gladly snap on a pair of golden handcuffs by yourself, now you can’t even see the shackles you cheerfully wear. You then take part in imposing this on your children. What a bunch of twats.
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