Awl --
Lemme tell you.... I've never met a happy retired machinist. Unless mebbe he owned the company, and even then he's pretty grouchy. Sorta reminds me of the adage about old homosexuals being obligatorily miserable -- which isn't entirely fair, as most single old people are, well, obligatorily miserable -- but who's nitpicking logic.....
Retired machinists seem to exude a kind of resentment, which I can quite relate to: Muthafucka, I made thousands of different parts, to +/- .001, some requiring dozens of fixturings, and my kids think I"M an asshole? I bustid my fukn ass, so I can get kicked to the curb, and watch my kids have screaming fits over fuknBrittny or the no-talent Jonas Bros?
They sell their tools, upon retirement, and don't have one g-d good thing to say about their careers, only to rue that they lost their sight, working in shitty light all day long.
There seems to be a deep and justifiable resentment, that true productivity is essentially dismissed.
So ahm watchin Ancients Behaving Badly, on History, cuz, well, I'm avoiding machining (a cnc macro, to be specific), the episode on Nero, who fancied hisself God's gift to art, acting, music, poetry.
The narrator (obligatorily Bri'ish, of course, just like in infomercials -- iirc) pointed out that in those days, thespians were viewed as little more than prostitutes, proly, well, cuz most of them *were* prostitutes on the side, to make, uh, ends meet. The Brit likened Nero's determined theatrical dabblings to our President soliciting on Sunset Blvd.... swear to god..... fuknHilarious.....
What was indeed good about this episode is that the narrator made a few specific analogies to modern-day behavior. Indeed, I could quite see George Bush soliciting on Sunset Blvd..... and if not, only because his drunken staggering would preclude any effective or coherent solicitations. Which of course did not stop him from getting elected President of the USA..... twice..... holy shit.....
Inyway.......
This threw a bit of nut in my historical gears, as I fashioned my own zeitgeist on the premise that nothing has really changed historically -- that we are the same assholes we always were, except now we can communicate that fact instantaneously, over thousands of miles, in 64,000,000 color video, to millions of people, simultaneously. Chips, donchaknow....
It seems, back then, in contrast to actors, tradesmen were highly prized. Actors were despised as the character-disordered buffoons they really are (no offense to anyone with kids in drama school... mebbe just a hint, tho), and tradesmen were the upstanding citizens/leaders -- them, and corrupt ass-kissing politicians, of course -- some things indeed never change.
So what happened, with the role reversal of tradesmen and actors? What happened, that machine shops have closed in droves, skilled artisans are taking mind-numbing municipal civil service jobs (so's their paycheck won't bounce)? Oh, yeah, I forgot -- ASIA!!! OK, well, still......
That utterly useless talentless assholes, such as Will Smith, Tom Cruise et al command $20,000,000 per useless flick? What happened, that "working" is the hallmark of a loser? Unless sed "working" = "daytrading" or "house-flipping".....
What happened, that we so fiercely worship throwing a fukn ball that we will fist-fight over who throws it better? Never mind *throwing* a ball.............. How bout *putting* an ittybitty ball into a fukn hole in the grass, with.... a putter? And following this putting putz over the better part of a mile, over several days?? Goodgawd.....
I read sumpn sumpn where golf is THE most played """"sport"""" in the world?? 'course, if yer gonna call golf a "sport", you might as well call ketchup a "vegetable"..... And did you know that there are more golf-related patents than in all other sports combined??? That Charlie Rose, just the other day, interviewed two golf pro's, who have achieved some fame/notoriety by advocating a different kind of swing?????? Michael Bennet's "Tilt'n'Stack", fer you golfers -- and ketchup-eaters.....
Holy shit.... but I degreased.....
How did the glorious poetry come to be, that the vile-est of ignerint-azzed wannabee-cop-shooting rappers send their kids to the best private (white) schools with manicured mini-golf courses, while *your* kids struggle in public school, hoping not to get their asses kicked -- or shot?
Well, I don't really know, but I can hazard a good guess.
I think I was basically right, that nothing really has changed, human nature-wise -- we just needed the right stuff to raise us to our full Assaholic Glory. Those who would benefit from raising us to our full Assaholic Glory just needed the right tools to exact that Glory.
The first tool was the printing press. Abe Lincoln was sposedly the first pol to exploit the "power of the press" -- proly the only time "the press" did any good..... Oh, and don't forget The Bibble..... goodgawd..... Could say a lot about this...... Next came radio, film. These were anemic, ito of The Great Mindfuck, compared to TV. Then, the Internet, gaming..... Then, Portable Internet, via the smart phone, and Virtual Goods -- you know, better rims'n'shit fer yer virtual car, so you can win more games -- geez, you just cain't put a finite price on *that*!.
The only thing left is a smart phone with brain probes, inserted into properly-drilled holes in our skulls, for direct brain stimolation.
In the past......
Before mass communication came of age, the communication amongst ourselves, as individuals and small communities, was enough to counteract the non-technology-assisted mindfucking efforts of the powers-dat-were.
Once TV entered the picture, not only was the MindFuck just too too overwhelming, it mostly felt pretty good too -- AND, it subtlely pitted citizen against citizen, in a never-ending competitive one-upsmanship, undermining what local communication there might have been.... effing brilliant, yo, brilliant......
So, while you bust yer effing ass, and hope you have the privilege to keep busting yer effing ass, making parts etc to +/- .001, all effing day long, praying you get some modicum of bennies, or that you don't lose the middling bennies you got, while you do all of this, the utterly useless and talentless Will Smith, Tom Cruise and friends will make about $20,000,000 (each) in about 3 months, if the shoot goes well. Or Kobe will, if there is a god, have another 60 point game.... didn't he have an 83 point game?? Yaaaaay, KOBE!!!!!
And Snoop Dog will make quite a few mill, having hoes SHD on video, with your daughters possibly praying for the opportunity -- just like the 'Boomer gerlz had hoped, with Jim "Light My Fire" Morrison.....
I'll take Nero -- well, assuming I could kiss enough ass to curry enough favor, so's I don't get flayed to the bone by that twisted cocksucker. Also, there was no novacaine in those days.... hmmmmmmmmm..... AND, no AstroGlide..... hmmmmmmm.......
Mebbe technology/The MindFuck are worth it after all??!!??!! Now I'm all confused.....