"I Can Ride My Bike with No HandleBars..."
Sometimes God puts us where we need to be...
Maybe people wonder why I am doing factory work now, with my education. Truth be told, I like the physical labor, being paid for standing and moving and not sitting burning my eyeballs out in front of a computer at this stage in my life in my early 50s. Better for the body, I think.
Also, as a first- (or second-, depending on how you calculate) -generation immigrant myself, I never was comfortable with the softer Americans who are often so spoiled, congratulating themselves for getting something without working for it, or worse -- taking advantage of others and profiting off their hard work. Didn't like it in the "advanced" classes in school; didn't care for much of the way law school "worked" with folks enlightening us on how a crooked system operates, and how we can maximize our own advantages there; don't like it when my paycheck depends on deceiving others and stowing my Christian values for home use only.
At work, most of the people I interact with -- the majority, believe it or not -- are from other countries. Somalia, Latin America, Eastern Europe... a handful of American "African-Americans" and a handful of whites thrown in. (The management is diverse too, plucked from the ranks to represent and communicate with the newcomers in the culture, it seems...)
But we work, Sometimes even together, as a team. Those are the best days on the line(s). And Lord knows, we earn our paychecks.
So many are refugees, who came here as a result of America's meddling in other countries, in our "foreign wars" that have wreaked havoc elsewhere, sending people spilling over into America and neighboring countries. You can thank previous American leadership, and neocoin pundits for not forseeing the results of their deadly actions for much of that...
I'm not pessimistic though. Quite the opposite. America will become enriched as these people, and especially their children, reject the ways of so many at the top in America today: our academics, our upper-tier managers, our political leadership -- that has coasted, gotten fat, encouraged the inequality, and no longer knows how to compete honestly... (Hint? If you often say: I can't believe they pay me for getting to do this, you're likely overpaid.)
Impracticality catches up. Being divorced from common sense and core values too. Meanwhile, while America urges us to Vote, Vote!, VOTE! to elect a former Congressional representative who is emblematic of the rot and waste that the past decades of Congressional "leadership" and alleged "compromise" of American values represent -- and the non-neutral "journo-lists" fall all over themselves in congratulatory accolades for... asking the hard question, and holding those in power accountable*, the workers play on, knowing the future is theirs one day.
The culture won't tolerate American bullshit for much longer. Mark my words. Think of it as ... doubling-down on a Call to Action. Meaning you can swipe, but original thinkers who remain lean and observant will survive, outwit, and likely outlast you.
* You sure can't tell by the industry-wide results they've (not) gotten No offense, just sayin'. If there's no positive results to you work, did you really get the job done? Even if you made money, and got a prize? Hm.
Make it a great day out there, and ... like Skynyrd says, "Turn It Up!..."
Look at Me! I can ride my bike with no handlebars, no handle bars...
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Handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars
I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars
Hands in the air like it's good to be alive
And I'm a famous rapper
Even when the paths are all crookedy
I can show you how to do-si-do
I can show you how to scratch a record
I can take apart the remote control
And I can almost put it back together
I can tie a knot in a cherry stem
I can tell you about Leif Ericson
I know all the words to "De Colores"
And "I'm proud to be an American"
Me and my friend saw a platypus
Me and my friend made a comic book
And guess how long it took
I can do anything that I want 'cause, look
No metronome
No metronome
And I can see your face on the telephone
On the telephone
On the telephone
Look at me
Just called to say that it's good to be alive
In such a small world
I'm all curled up with a book to read
I can make money, open up a thrift store
I can make a living off a magazine
I can design an engine
Sixty-four miles to a gallon of gasoline
I can make new antibiotics
I can make computers survive aquatic conditions
I know how to run a business
And I can make you wanna buy a product
Movers, shakers and producers
Me and my friends understand the future
I see the strings that control the systems
I can do anything with no assistance
'Cause I can lead a nation with a microphone
With a microphone
With a microphone
And I can split the atoms of a molecule
Of a molecule
Of a molecule
Look at me
Driving and I won't stop
And it feels so good to be
Alive and on top
My reach is global
My tower secure
My cause is noble
My power is pure
I can hand out a million vaccinations
Or let 'em all die in exasperation
Have 'em all healed of their lacerations
Have 'em all killed by assassination
I can make anybody go to prison
Just because I don't like 'em
And I can do anything with no permission
I have it all under my command
Because I can guide a missile by satellite
By satellite
By satellite
And I can hit a target through a telescope
Through a telescope
Through a telescope
And I can end the planet in a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
No handlebars
No handlebars
I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars...
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