When the finance minister of our provincial government uses a quantifier as ambiguous as, “pretty good”, in relation the the budget, you can rest assured that our elected representatives are reluctant to provide the electorate with an accurate picture of how the books really look here in Alberta.
“Pretty good, eh?”
Yeah. It looks pretty good if you’re raking in a handsome tax-funded salary to hide the real numbers, I’m sure. At any rate, I don’t really give a hoot about their surplus-busting agenda because I lead a boring life of debt-free stagnancy. My life is a miserably unfulfilled life in many regards, but at least for me, having a job is an option rather than a requirement. I’m a non-contributor to the economy and I have no plans to ever become a productive citizen. I feel no sense of entitlement to provincial services. I don’t drive on municipal streets or provincial highways, and I don’t have a family physician. I haven’t set foot in a library in over two years, and I obey the law of the land. My sense of non-entitlement also encompasses my right to vote. Being that I do not contribute in any meaningful way to my community, province, or country, should I feel entitled to vote in respective elections just because I’m an eighth generation Canadian? I fail to see how my life even counts except in a census. It’s too late for me to “make something of myself” and I really don’t care if I live or die.
I think most people don’t pay very close attention to political and economic trends until it catches up with them personally. In this day and age, it should come as no surprise if your job at the factory suddenly migrates to some shit-country. Then again, anyone who finds themselves with their hand out after twenty years of making premium wages for pulling the same levers and pushing the same buttons under the din of whirring machinery between union sanctioned breaks and holidays, might not have much capacity for things like long-term planning or deep thought regarding macro economics.
The shareholder could care less how long you’ve behaved as a loyal and honest worker bee, or how much consumer debt you’ve taken on. If you don’t understand why, you’re probably the sort of person who thinks that nobody should earn more than six figures in a year.
Accept it, Mr. unionized worker and Ms. retail stooge. You create nothing new and provide no real solutions other than being there to fill a temporary void. You’re willing to sacrifice your autonomy for a comfortable arrangement. You spend all your discretionary income on entertainment and depreciating assets. You’d sooner complain about perceived betrayals and blame successful innovators for your declining worth than make an effort to adapt to a rapidly changing economy. You fail to understand that in a global economy, you are merely a temporary plug-in for brighter minds who profit from your acquiescence, your predictability, and your inability to ever get-ahead.
You wonder why your real market-worth in a global economy amounts to little more than that of any other replaceable cog in the machinery. Your vote is a reactionary and emotional one. You’d vote for a socialist promising a magical utopia and fail to understand that such a vote will ultimately compromise your job security and opportunity in the long run - a cheering section for deceitful politicians who will use your own tax dollars to make your life even more irrelevant to the big picture than it already is. Keep ignoring the small print, living beyond your means, and wondering why you’re still toiling for survival as a senior citizen.
I hope I’m wrong, but it looks to me as though Canada’s kids are being gently ushered into accepting a future dystopia of corporate fascism and debt slavery.
“Pretty good, eh?”
Yeah. It looks pretty good if you’re raking in a handsome tax-funded salary to hide the real numbers, I’m sure. At any rate, I don’t really give a hoot about their surplus-busting agenda because I lead a boring life of debt-free stagnancy. My life is a miserably unfulfilled life in many regards, but at least for me, having a job is an option rather than a requirement. I’m a non-contributor to the economy and I have no plans to ever become a productive citizen. I feel no sense of entitlement to provincial services. I don’t drive on municipal streets or provincial highways, and I don’t have a family physician. I haven’t set foot in a library in over two years, and I obey the law of the land. My sense of non-entitlement also encompasses my right to vote. Being that I do not contribute in any meaningful way to my community, province, or country, should I feel entitled to vote in respective elections just because I’m an eighth generation Canadian? I fail to see how my life even counts except in a census. It’s too late for me to “make something of myself” and I really don’t care if I live or die.
I think most people don’t pay very close attention to political and economic trends until it catches up with them personally. In this day and age, it should come as no surprise if your job at the factory suddenly migrates to some shit-country. Then again, anyone who finds themselves with their hand out after twenty years of making premium wages for pulling the same levers and pushing the same buttons under the din of whirring machinery between union sanctioned breaks and holidays, might not have much capacity for things like long-term planning or deep thought regarding macro economics.
The shareholder could care less how long you’ve behaved as a loyal and honest worker bee, or how much consumer debt you’ve taken on. If you don’t understand why, you’re probably the sort of person who thinks that nobody should earn more than six figures in a year.
Accept it, Mr. unionized worker and Ms. retail stooge. You create nothing new and provide no real solutions other than being there to fill a temporary void. You’re willing to sacrifice your autonomy for a comfortable arrangement. You spend all your discretionary income on entertainment and depreciating assets. You’d sooner complain about perceived betrayals and blame successful innovators for your declining worth than make an effort to adapt to a rapidly changing economy. You fail to understand that in a global economy, you are merely a temporary plug-in for brighter minds who profit from your acquiescence, your predictability, and your inability to ever get-ahead.
You wonder why your real market-worth in a global economy amounts to little more than that of any other replaceable cog in the machinery. Your vote is a reactionary and emotional one. You’d vote for a socialist promising a magical utopia and fail to understand that such a vote will ultimately compromise your job security and opportunity in the long run - a cheering section for deceitful politicians who will use your own tax dollars to make your life even more irrelevant to the big picture than it already is. Keep ignoring the small print, living beyond your means, and wondering why you’re still toiling for survival as a senior citizen.
I hope I’m wrong, but it looks to me as though Canada’s kids are being gently ushered into accepting a future dystopia of corporate fascism and debt slavery.
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