“…From 1891 to 2007, real economic output per person grew at an average rate of 2 percent per year — enough to double every 35 years. The average American was twice as well off in 2007 as in 1972, four times as well off as in 1937, and eight times as well off as in 1902. It’s no coincidence that for eight decades, from 1890 to 1970, educational attainment grew swiftly. But since 1990, that improvement has slowed to a crawl…”
“…Poor academic achievement has long been a problem for African-Americans and Hispanics, but now the achievement divide has extended further. “family breakdown is now biracial” Among lower-income whites, the proportion of children living with both parents has plummeted over the past half century…”
“…Many children are culturally disadvantaged, even if one or both parents have jobs, have no books at home, do not read to them, and park them in front of a TV set or a video game in lieu of active in-home learning. Compared with other nations where students learn several languages and have math homework in elementary school, the American system expects too little. Parental expectations also matter: homework should be emphasized more, and sports less…”
The title of this little slice of the absurdity that is my existence is “Jack-Shit”. If I were asked to use the title in a sentence it would go something like… “It’s rather obvious to me, after speaking with you, that you don’t know Jack Shit about anything.”
More and more each day I find myself thinking ..”This person doesn’t know Jack-Shit about what we are discussing.” Because of this unfortunate reality I find myself engaging people in conversation less and less. I avoid people I don’t know well. In point of fact I have come to realize and accept the fact that the only thing holding America together is our collective disease.
[…”Positivity-peddlers are working overtime, but the big picture is sobering. Consumerism and predatory capitalism are not viable long-term organizing principles for a society. Our myths about progress, superfluous wealth, limitless expansion and endless resources are formulas for global ruin. Hyper-competitive individualism is a lonely straitjacket that fuels frustration, alienation and rage. Freedom has cheapened into a demeaning free-for-all in a prison of petty wants. As a springboard to happiness, emotional health and social wellbeing, ‘the good life’ is an exhausting flop…” (John F. Schumaker)
Now, I wouldn’t blame any of my gentle readers if they asked themselves… “What the hell got up Mrs. N’s dress today to cause all this fuss?”
It wasn’t much really. A new business opened up in my little town last week. It’s a Tanning Salon. You give the owner money and watch a video. Then you go into a little room, take off your clothes and get sprayed with a chemical that makes you look orange/brown. The woman who runs the joint is orange. This is not her, but, she is this color.
When I was a teenager and crashing a car at about the rate of one a year there used to be this guy named Earl Scheib. His commercials were on the radio all the time. …“I’m Earl Scheib, and I’ll paint any car, any color for $29.95.”.. My first car was a 1964 and a half Mustang. Earl’s gang did the body work and painted that car 5 times in the years I owned it. Earl had quite the business back in the day. You might want to read about it …http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earl_Scheib
Anyway, my point is this. In the fucked up place we call America it now costs 5 cents more to get your body spray painted a sickly orange than it did to get your car spray painted when America was the undisputed champion of the world and Americans were walking around on the moon. Back then, if you told someone you were opening up a business to spray paint people so they looked tan… people would laugh at your stupidity.
Not any more.
Not any more.