Hey Dad!!
There's somebody else from DuPont reading me! They were here at about quarter of six, last night...after you'd left the lab. Any idea who it is? It better not be that rude dude...if it is, yeah, I still remember you giving me a load of shit that day and no, I haven't forgiven you for it. Fuck you and your bad day. Don't be taking it out on me. Asshole. (Not that it's any of your damned business, but IF I'm calling Dad, you can bet your stupid ass there's a reason for it and the last thing I need is another pile of shit from YOU. Got it? Good.)
Anyway...the reason for this post is to clarify (!) a bit on the last one. (Like it ain't long enough...)I just read it myself and it struck me that it gives the impression that I don't think any nice, decent people EVER 'make it' in this bullshit. That's not true. I know that every once in a great while, they do 'get there' or at least on the way. I knoooowwww....hmmmm....two? people who are not assholes who, if you define 'success' in the standard manner, are successful. Jason and my Dad. Each of them has had the same job for years, make plenty of money, have kids, have vehicles, houses, cool shit in said houses...they did it. They made it. Two people out of how many?
The odds of a decent person 'succeeding' are staggering. And...that for the ones who understand and can actually play the damned game. I don't understand ANY of it nor do I possess the slightest idea of HOW to do any of this shit, so what are the odds of me getting there? Slim to none, at best.
But...what da fuck. May as well give it shot, right? At least then, people can see me trying it their way and get to say all new shit about it failing, when it does.
Goody.
Whatever. I just wanted Dad and Jason (and for some damned reason Ken of Ken's Page, too) to quit lookin' at me sideways in my mind, like they're asking "I'm an asshole?" No. Y'all are not assholes. You're miracles.
But, there's Paul and George and Eric and me and 72 bazillion other decent people who get nuthin' but fucked. Can't get ahead no matter WHAT.
It's the difference between you two, Dad and Jason, (and the few others like you two) and the rest of us nice people that I need to figure out, I guess. Neither of you two have a truly evil bone in yer body....but, somehow, you two did it. You managed to, somehow, deal with those assnuggets and actually get ahead. Without being just like them. Amazing.
There have been assloads of books on how 'successful' people did it. Has there ever been one about how 'nice' people do it? I'd like to devour that one, if so. I need to go walk around in the woods for a while. My brain hurts.
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Be careful about wearing your squirrel disguise if you're walking around in the woods.
You might get shot at. Then there are those
horny male squirrels...
Hey, there are a lot of regular folks who have good jobs and raise their kids pretty much ok. It helps to have a wife that takes some of the burden. For instance Kim( and your mom too)
were very good at handling money and paper-work.
(ie,insurance,taxes,bills,making vacation plans,etc.) If I were handling that, I'd be sleeping in your bathroom now,and working at pullin'
cow teats. (girls have tits, cows have the more genteel, teats.) Kim has the added advantage of not screwing her daughter's boyfriends and other
male personell,(but that was a character defect your mom had, caused by her parents who were living in the 18th century, a situation you'll never understand, and I don't blame you...or her.)
It also helps to be born dirt poor, with great parents. We learned to appreciate everything we had, and were always happy and safe.
Safe from the ravages of poverty, safe in the love and caring of our parents, safe in understanding early that working hard and pulling together sure makes up for any lack of money.
It also helped to live during WWII,with all the rationing and lack of civilian goods (even if you did have money, which we didn't.) I watched my dad take any job he could get to make money for his family. Then, he spent week-ends working on peoples' cars. We all worked in the garden, fed and cared for the rabbits,chickens and pigs
(all major portions of our diet, we bought very little from the store. We canned hundreds of jars of vegetables every spring and summer, and we kids were up to our necks helping with every chore.)
The children of your generation were actually deprived of those great experiences because your parents had money. You folks rode and
showed horses, played little league baseball,football, basketball. You had TV, movies, and transportation to any event you wanted to go to. Strangely enough, it's more difficult to become an actual well- adjusted,contributing adult when everything is too easy when you're growing up. (I urge you all to vote for me and the rest of the Poverty Party
in the November elections. Bring America down to the hardship level that produces those wondeful chaps from the '30s and '40s! No chicken in any pot! One automobile for every 200 citizens!
Destroy all computers and television sets! Remember our slogan. "Find Success and Jesus through Poverty!")
Then, with all the free time and ready cash,
pot, alcohol, and sex (eeeooww!) became your sidelines instead our generation's goal of helping our families, and striving to be 'Movin'
on up.' Man, I can see it now, some erudite college professor will read this and contact me
offering a Fellowship at some prestigious university. Book contracts will follow. I'll become hugely famous! (Perhaps I should stop drinking beer with my Cheerios @5am...)
By the way, I was on my computer here last evening until 1815, and I checked out your site a time or two. No one here was on the computer.
The two of them were in the break room. If anyone else on the plant touched your blog, 'twas a stranger by accident.
Anyway, Love, these bums brought me in some samples to run. Geez,you might think this was a lab or somethin'. Check ya later.
You might get shot at. Then there are those
horny male squirrels...
Hey, there are a lot of regular folks who have good jobs and raise their kids pretty much ok. It helps to have a wife that takes some of the burden. For instance Kim( and your mom too)
were very good at handling money and paper-work.
(ie,insurance,taxes,bills,making vacation plans,etc.) If I were handling that, I'd be sleeping in your bathroom now,and working at pullin'
cow teats. (girls have tits, cows have the more genteel, teats.) Kim has the added advantage of not screwing her daughter's boyfriends and other
male personell,(but that was a character defect your mom had, caused by her parents who were living in the 18th century, a situation you'll never understand, and I don't blame you...or her.)
It also helps to be born dirt poor, with great parents. We learned to appreciate everything we had, and were always happy and safe.
Safe from the ravages of poverty, safe in the love and caring of our parents, safe in understanding early that working hard and pulling together sure makes up for any lack of money.
It also helped to live during WWII,with all the rationing and lack of civilian goods (even if you did have money, which we didn't.) I watched my dad take any job he could get to make money for his family. Then, he spent week-ends working on peoples' cars. We all worked in the garden, fed and cared for the rabbits,chickens and pigs
(all major portions of our diet, we bought very little from the store. We canned hundreds of jars of vegetables every spring and summer, and we kids were up to our necks helping with every chore.)
The children of your generation were actually deprived of those great experiences because your parents had money. You folks rode and
showed horses, played little league baseball,football, basketball. You had TV, movies, and transportation to any event you wanted to go to. Strangely enough, it's more difficult to become an actual well- adjusted,contributing adult when everything is too easy when you're growing up. (I urge you all to vote for me and the rest of the Poverty Party
in the November elections. Bring America down to the hardship level that produces those wondeful chaps from the '30s and '40s! No chicken in any pot! One automobile for every 200 citizens!
Destroy all computers and television sets! Remember our slogan. "Find Success and Jesus through Poverty!")
Then, with all the free time and ready cash,
pot, alcohol, and sex (eeeooww!) became your sidelines instead our generation's goal of helping our families, and striving to be 'Movin'
on up.' Man, I can see it now, some erudite college professor will read this and contact me
offering a Fellowship at some prestigious university. Book contracts will follow. I'll become hugely famous! (Perhaps I should stop drinking beer with my Cheerios @5am...)
By the way, I was on my computer here last evening until 1815, and I checked out your site a time or two. No one here was on the computer.
The two of them were in the break room. If anyone else on the plant touched your blog, 'twas a stranger by accident.
Anyway, Love, these bums brought me in some samples to run. Geez,you might think this was a lab or somethin'. Check ya later.
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