The Security of False Idolatry

I don’t know about you but I’ve never liked having a job. Every job I’ve ever had has been oppressive, aggravating and unnecessary. We sacrifice our lives to the materialist god, the Golden Calf—and for what? Security? But how often do you actually feel secure, financially or emotionally, because of a job? I’ve been part of the workforce for, oh… ten years and I’ve never felt financially secure as a result. Quite the opposite in fact: when I’m working I become paranoid about money. It seems to me these jobs are inadequate and unsatisfying to just about anybody who still has a soul.

The modern job seeks domination over life. Example. I was late to work the other day because some idiots crashed into each other and blocked a major intersection and my bus driver couldn’t make up the time. I take a rout that’s 15 min early and the ride itself takes about 1-1 ¼ hours, depending on the driver, plus 20-25 min walking to the stop and waiting, plus 15 min waiting for my shift to start. That’s 3 hours of my life, on average, every day I work that I spend simply waiting. That’s time from my life!

Now I was only late by one minute (yep, one lousy minute) but that’s irrelevant because the policy at most jobs about this sort of thing is so strict, and the management so programmed, that exceptions are not made. I can only be late so many times before I get fired—despite the quality level of work I might provide. So I’ll probably have to take an even earlier rout and add another 15 wasted minutes to my life simply to make up for the potential ineptitude of others.

While this sort of thing—eking out a paltry, frustrating “living”—is ok for some people, it’s totally unsatisfying and inappropriate for me. Not to mention how it changes not just myself but nearly everyone it touches into an angry, resentful, cynical, apathetic, passive-aggressive shell of a human being. The people I work with aren’t people at all, they’re contrived smiles, tired safe jokes (“working hard or hardly working?!”), popular TV catch-phrases and completely uninspired, spiritless, obsessive and dysfunctional marionettes.

In order for there to be meaning in work, and thus uplift it to the level of “satisfying” or maybe even “useful,” form must be related to function; we need to do things that expresses us in a way that contributes. Because this deluded and exponentially growing “jobs” system is disconnected from nature, and thus, reality. It’s image without substance. We should work together to annihilate it and replace it with something better.

On that note, I’m going to research anything I can and put into practice whatever will increase traffic to this blog, which will expand to include radio and comics in the near future, and monetize it so I can be financially independent and free of the spirit-death-trap of the Golden Calf. Whatever I learn I will share with you freely, through tutorials, how-to’s, faq’s, etc., because if it works for me I would very much like it to work for you also.

I’d like for all who can manage it to become liberated from this empty dead-end of struggling your youth away for money. I think I can do that better writing articles, disc jockeying and producing pop-propaganda (comics) than working in a warehouse. Do what you love; do what expresses the best parts of you. Because that is more worthy than having a pointless fucking job to make money. The truer freedom is existential, not material. Stop this false dollar-idolatry and do yourself a favor: make something of yourself and help uplift the downtrodden exceptional.

Shayne