Alban is a skank.
Saturday 20 August 2011
Saturday 6 August 2011
Hell? Now? How Did That Happen?
When normal people remember school days, possibly they recall occasions when one of their classmates, you know, the cliquey ones(not 'popular'), appeared to be determined or passionate about some irrelevance that was just too unimportant to be worth arguing about.
Maybe this person was running for class president or some other authoritarian coat-tail position, something that would suddenly and magically give them the power they sought to be able to tell people what to do.
Of course, we normal people never stood up to it; school is too tragic, too temporary and too silly to be worth fighting over, right? Once we escape into the real world, we would be out of the reach of these lice, right?
But they go away, and those of us unfortunate enough to go to university are treated to the spectacle of these same type of people festooning the fake social circulation of the colleges like vampire bats on a feeding frenzy, sucking the blood out of all reality around them.
This time the infantilisation of colleges follows, but this is serious, since these people fasten to the institutions and follow through; they end up voting their way into societies and clubs and professorships and consultancies.
Never mind. College is fake, right? We'll escape to the real world in three years.
But in three years, we find that to be a professional, we have to belong to their societies and clubs, because all that networking has been dressed up as 'vital' to the progress of the professions.
So where there are compulsory clubs there is no escape.
My reaction was to stuff everything and drop out; I lived for ten years on the cusp of the Truck Laws, which meant I could be paid in cash and have no bank account of any sort. I lived in the disappearing world of physical industry which these corporate bastards were murdering with their nasty little urges, disguised in so many good intentions that even their own mothers wouldn't know they were being killed until the lights all went out.
These people didn't really see Maggie Thatcher as any great loss; they used her while they could, they replaced her, they really replaced John Major when he called it right, they found their soulmate in Tony Blair.
Now they're sussing out the posher version.
But the point is this; if we're going to stop it from continuing and driving the world to ruin yet again, we have to begin with schools.
Here are some rules:
1)No political parties to have authority of any sort in schools;
2)All governors to be laymen.
3)No funding of religion.
4)An emphasis on individual development.
5)No democratic institutions to be set up in schools.
6)No pupil ever to be in authority over another without individual consent.
If we did this today, there would be a wholesale regeneration of the country within a generation.
Maybe this person was running for class president or some other authoritarian coat-tail position, something that would suddenly and magically give them the power they sought to be able to tell people what to do.
Of course, we normal people never stood up to it; school is too tragic, too temporary and too silly to be worth fighting over, right? Once we escape into the real world, we would be out of the reach of these lice, right?
But they go away, and those of us unfortunate enough to go to university are treated to the spectacle of these same type of people festooning the fake social circulation of the colleges like vampire bats on a feeding frenzy, sucking the blood out of all reality around them.
This time the infantilisation of colleges follows, but this is serious, since these people fasten to the institutions and follow through; they end up voting their way into societies and clubs and professorships and consultancies.
Never mind. College is fake, right? We'll escape to the real world in three years.
But in three years, we find that to be a professional, we have to belong to their societies and clubs, because all that networking has been dressed up as 'vital' to the progress of the professions.
So where there are compulsory clubs there is no escape.
My reaction was to stuff everything and drop out; I lived for ten years on the cusp of the Truck Laws, which meant I could be paid in cash and have no bank account of any sort. I lived in the disappearing world of physical industry which these corporate bastards were murdering with their nasty little urges, disguised in so many good intentions that even their own mothers wouldn't know they were being killed until the lights all went out.
These people didn't really see Maggie Thatcher as any great loss; they used her while they could, they replaced her, they really replaced John Major when he called it right, they found their soulmate in Tony Blair.
Now they're sussing out the posher version.
But the point is this; if we're going to stop it from continuing and driving the world to ruin yet again, we have to begin with schools.
Here are some rules:
1)No political parties to have authority of any sort in schools;
2)All governors to be laymen.
3)No funding of religion.
4)An emphasis on individual development.
5)No democratic institutions to be set up in schools.
6)No pupil ever to be in authority over another without individual consent.
If we did this today, there would be a wholesale regeneration of the country within a generation.
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