Image from Wikipediato fill the young of the species with knowledge and awaken their intelligence. . . . Nothing could be further from the truth. The aim.. . is simply to reduce as many individuals as possible to the same safe level, to breed and train a standardized citizenry, to put down dissent and originality. That is its aim in the United States . . . and that is its aim everywhere else.
From the article Against School by John Taylor Gatto.
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You never know when your number is up, when the fat lady is going to grab you by the balls and make you sing that last swirling high note for her. This thought might make some decide to take up rock climbing, hang gliding or BASE jumping, to really, in their minds, start LIVING. I’m not advocating living your life like some sort of goddamn kamikaze. What I’m trying to say is that you just never know and that maybe it doesn’t hurt to be prepared. That’s why I concentrate on fending off death. I don’t go dancing crazily about and acting like some damn fool trying to live a life that would make me uncomfortable because the truth is everyone is WATCHING and they think you look like a huge ass pirouetting under that disco ball. I carry my roscoe, my Mom’s brass knuckles and an attitude forged from my life on the streets. Go ahead, laugh, be a dove and shove a posy at me but when that bad man comes in the darkest hour with his fists full of sharpened steel I’ll be ready to smash his teeth in and you, you’ll probably be dead.
--Private Detective Burma Ludlow
I want to make a truce with the snow and ice. The terms of the agreement will be as such:
1. Snow and Ice may only come during the work week to optimize days off work. 2. Snow and Ice must vacate said state (in this case
This guy’s nose is all bashed in. Some roided up dude smashed him a good. I’m sure they were both being assholes. Alcohol does this to people...actually, it makes assholes bigger assholes.
I say to him, “You can’t come back in. You fight and you’re out.”
He tries to push past me. I put my hands out and stop him.
“I know, I know, you don’t care,” he says. He’s drunk, way too drunk to be out in public.
“Caring has nothing to do with it,” I say, “I don’t want you bleeding on me.”
I go back inside and the door shuts behind me.
I turned around and saw Trevor holding a guy up in the air by the lapels of his coat. “Open the door,” he cried. I shoved the door open and Trevor tried to push the guy through the doors but he grabbed onto the door handle on his way out and clung to it for dear life. I got behind Trevor. “Why are you throwing me out?” the guy said. “There’s a cop behind you,” I said. “You’d better leave now.” The guy let go of the door and turned around to see no one. We closed the doors behind him. I later learned one of the bouncers asked him to leave for acting like an ass and he said, “You make me leave.” Uhm, okay? If people knew how dumb they looked when they drank they would be very embarrassed. Then again maybe they just don’t care…
Your eyes are golden like the name tag on the tabby cat I hit with my car this morning. I didn’t mean to hit it but I did and I want you to know that because well, I like you. It’s true I don’t like cats but that has nothing to do with me hitting the cat, I can assure you. What do you say you and I grab a bite to eat? Chinese? Sorry, bad joke.
