It’s been a while since I’ve been writing. And that’s because of how, following the fire in my old flat, and then moving to a new flat, and losing my savings on stupid hotel fees… I found myself a bit crestfallen. A lot happened at once and it took its toll on me.
But then, one day, I woke up feeling very different.
My face was hurting, and I had horrible and debilitating chills. As I now have been struggling with a particularly nasty sinus infection.
And it got me thinking. “Is this all my life is? Just a series of hopelessly miserable strokes of bad luck? Am I doomed to exist in a life that is constantly hostile towards me?”
Truth is that I’ve learned a lot of talents in my life. From playing musical instruments, to speaking languages, I also know maths and engineering, I’ve lost count of how many books I’ve read. I actually made friends with this great guy who worked the night shift at the hotel I was staying at who gave me the nickname “Google.” Because he felt as though I could answer just about any question he asked me.
I’m not saying I’m special, or that I’m even that big of a deal, I’m not being conceited here. I just mean, I should be qualified to do something. I should be able to develop some kind of coherent role in society. So why is it then that I seem to be completely unemployable? I’ve held up my part of the social contract, and I have become capable of performing all manner of labours, and yet, I cannot for the life of me find a place in this world.
Instead I survive on oddjobs, often getting paid under the table. My employers have ranged from tech companies in Ireland, to my family’s business, and even cocaine dealers. I’ve done all manner of miserable and degrading jobs, and usually I’ve only ever been able to split even.
My grandfather asked me about this a few weeks back. He asked me why I didn’t just get a proper job. So I asked him “When was the last time you tried to find a job?” and his response was “I haven’t been looking for a job since 1948, following that, people would send me job offers.”
My generation has been gaslighted about employment throughout our whole existence. We’re told that we live in some kind of worker’s paradise, that the streets are paved with gold, and that corporations are just throwing around high paying careers like there’s no tomorrow.
“Just learn how to code!” they say. I know how to code, and thank God I didn’t waste my time pursuing a job in it. There’s a thousand articles on Medium alone written by sleazy “enterprise gurus” about how cheap and hard working Philippine coders are. These jobs are now getting outsourced to desperately poor people in a third world country that’s been illegally occupied by the US military, who have influenced the elections and political development of the Philippines for almost a century.
And it’s not the first time entire generations have lost their employment to the US government’s banana republic system, just look at how automotive and agriculture jobs were taken from people of previous generations.
Another extremely debilitating reality of my generation is that of leeches. We suffer some of the worst pests that society has ever produced. Our landlords have mutated into a species that is particularly fat, lazy and entitled. As crimes such as fraud, homicidal negligence and even sexual misconduct are going up at staggering rates.
And what’s very interesting is to look at the contrast. Because the top 12 countries with the most successful housing market are all either former or present day socialist republics.
By liquidating the landlords as a class, suddenly people were able to get their own homes. Until we burn these leeches off our bodies, then we will always struggle to survive and never know safety.
All over the world as inflation is going up, and wages are declining, the landlords are seeing this as an opportunity to bleed a vulnerable class of people. And they won’t stop until we give them a good reason to stop.
This is another reason why it’s so hard to find good employment. Because millennials are expected to have one job for themselves, and a second job for their lazy and entitled landlords.
But there’s an even worse problem on the horizon. Because between phrenology and liberal arts, sure, on some level, academia has always been a joke. But now higher education is a place where people go to get dumber. Only a moron would put on all that debt and then spend their future career as indentured servants, trapped by all this horrible debt. Moreover the distribution of degrees and qualifications are so oversaturated that the notion of skilled labour is kind of pointless to begin with.
In fact, education has basically turned into a kind of stock market activity. You’re essentially betting on a forwarding contract for your employment, and you better hope that whatever it is you’re learning will still be relevant by the time you’re graduating.
Because with automation and outsourcing being what it is, finding a job in the first world is kind of difficult. We’re having to compete not just with the USA’s international slave cartels, but also with a bunch of robots.
Granted, that is literally a first world problem, but I doubt the people in the banana republics are particularly happy about working 18 hour shifts coding apps for companies that make billions from their labours.
In fact I spoke to my girlfriend about that. She is from a country in southeast Asia, and she doesn’t understand just how on Earth Europe can be so rich. How the money you spend on a nice dinner at a restaurant here, is enough to pay for a week’s stay in a hotel over there.
So I asked her about the sweatshops in her country, and she told me “Yes, a lot of kids used to have to make shoes, thankfully my generation got to go to school instead.” So I asked her how much those kids were paid, and she told me maybe a couple of cents each day or whatever.
Then I asked how many shoes they could make in a day, and she said probably upwards of 30 or so. And then I showed her this:
Truth is that our generation is extremely hard working, because we have to be. Look at who we’re competing with. We don’t get job offers, instead we get scammed and screwed over at every turn. We have to compete with slaves, and robots, and the growing entitlements of landlords. We are seen as a disposable buffer between the failures and contradictions of an American status quo that’s been obsessed with warmongering, pollution, corporate profits and the abolition of democracy under the mafia tactics of the IMF.
