Originally posted by resisting arrest with violence+Jun 14 2005, 09:33 PM--> (resisting arrest with violence @ Jun 14 2005, 09:33 PM)
[email protected] 14 2005, 09:01 PM
You know, when it all boils down to it, who we are in the end, is who we make ourselves. You say that by going to school we are slaves, when really, we're the ones choosing to go to school. It's not slavery because its our own choice.
If you think that school will make us turn into cappies, or imperialists, or whatever else we shouldn't be, then you're mistaken. If we allow ourselves to become this, albeit from school, work, life, whatever, then it's our own fault. It all comes down to us in the end.
If everyone who wanted to revolutionize dropped out of school RIGHT NOW, it would never happen. We would all just be a bunch of unorganized, unefficient, uneducated fools. I'm approaching becoming a manager at McDonalds, yet I'm still left wing. I still think that the world could be a much better place. What is the job teaching me? Leadership. Stress Management. Planning skills.
Not saying you shouldn't drop out, if you havn't already. Thats your choice. Those of us who want to actually learn a thing or two will just stick with it. We're going to be just as left when we're down as we are now.
McDonald's, eh? How do you sleep?----knowing that your great entrepreneurial and leadership skills are going to increase the obesity and overweight epidemic in this country. Sixty percent of the Amerika's population is overweight and 30% of the the population is dangerously obese. This is the kind of shit I am talking about--- loony pseudo-revolutionaries that do volunteer work at stinking cesspools like McDonalds after they go through the assembly line capitalist educational regiment at the universities. What a lark!!!! [/b]
So, If you're suggesting that I'm not going to go to college, you're wrong, seeing as how I'm only 17 and you sorta have to finish high school first.
Anyway, I sleep fine. Heres how it tends to work; I lye down. I close my eyes. I wake up the next morning. It might be a liiiitle to complicated for your drop out mind to handle.
Entrepreneurial leadership? I've never even handled money there. I don't care about money. I call the shots so people can get the food that they want, regardless of how bad it is for them. I feel no moral pain for people eating at McDonalds. It's their choice in the end my friend. They see the ads, they choose to succumb to them and eat there. Instead, I feel disappointment, knowing that it's bad for them. But hey, it's still their lives in the end.
You could say that to most any job out there "I work at a security firm" - "How do you sleep knowing that you contribute to ruining a thieves night?"
"I work for Canadian Tire" - "How do you sleep knowing that kids buy paintballs from you and shoot at cars witht them?"
"I work at Wal-Mart" - "How do you feel knowing that you work for a corporation that is unfair to female employees?"
Next, It's not volunteer work. They pay me. What do I do with the money? I save up to go to school. Why? So I can learn. Why Do I want to learn? 1) So I can learn about things that interest me 2) So I can make a contribution to the world with the skills I want to learn. Skills that would be just as helpful to a reform, or the attemps to, if it ever happened and I agree with it. 3) To spite misguided people like yourself. You speak of changing things, yet you expect to do it with unexperienced school drop outs. We have to have something in our heads other than hormone driven thoughts that would jeapordize success, and possibly lives.
To finish up, I live in Canada, not Amerika, Thanks. Like I have stated before, working at McDonalds has not turned me into a capitalist like you seem to think it has. I'm just as left, if not more left, than I was when I started there. I don't know where you come off calling me a 'loony psuedo-revolutionary'. If the time ever comes for change, I really hope to hell that you, and people like you, don't show up. You would just put the entire thing at risk with your screwball antics.