Aug 28 2007
The Possessed
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By Adam Engel
8/28/07
The Possessed Man is not a bad man, nor a good one. He is terrified. Alone among friends and family, he “works” to support his family, but is not exactly sure of what he does. He “administrates creative product strategies,” according to the Job Description on file at Human Resources.
The Health Insurance covers his wife and two kids, both under seven years of age and subject to all manner of illness and disease. Then there were the pregnancies themselves, and the drugs he must take daily to function at his job without drinking, or veering into violence, or bursting into tears. He’s covered by the company plan, but loopholes open and money falls through. Deductibles. Co-payments.
He is no longer interested in his friends, the few that he still has, or in having friends at all. What good are they, except to drink with, and he’s not supposed to drink while on his pills — though he does anyway. And don’t think this is all confidential, that they don’t know, the ‘they’ at the company, whoever they might be, that he sees a head-drugger to stay on top of things.
He’s thirty-five and still paying student loans.
Graduate program at the University. MBA. Had to do it. Or else how would he have climbed to even his middling position on the ladder? He’s reached his final rung. He knows he hasn’t the energy to kill, the will that would enable him to climb further. In fact, the remaining energies of his life will be directed toward hanging on to the rung he’s reached. To remaining at his place on the limitless ladder to the sky. He can barely see the people at the bottom, but he would need quite a powerful telescope indeed to even glimpse the stars at the top.
The kids will want to go to college. His wife, also a mediocrity, but in a different capacity at a different firm, a different profession, will grow stronger, as women tend to after fifty, after the sex and procreation, after the body, just when he is starting to collapse. Rapid rise from twenty to forty, slow descent, then at fifty the cascading tumble. Unless you’re at the top of the ladder, in which case fifty is not fifty, due to special treatments, physical training, private cooks, drugs, vitamins and surgeries…He’s reached the end of something, he knows, but he has the responsibility to see things through, at least until the kids are out of school. But of course college won’t be enough. It wasn’t for him. He needed a Masters. His kids will need Ph.D.s.
He worries that somehow the system will fail him. It has not failed him to this point, merely placed him at his rightful place in the hierarchy. But he fears that the system, based on protocols, laws, unwritten rules, tacit agreements and technologies that he can never hope to understand, will collapse of its own weight and intricacy. He does not understand how the Network works, or how food gets to the supermarkets, or how the parent company trickles his paycheck down the many holding companies and through his department and into his bank account. He does not understand the high level of partnership between the bank and the corporation that owns it, which is the parent of the company he works for, and where he will spend his days before being traded or shuffled off in some arcane corporate deal or merger or is fired outright. Laid off. And then what? Sending out resumes as he’d done as a kid fresh out of college and as a young married man with his expensive MBA?
He fears limited resources, so he does not read the hard copy of the City News, but browses the paper’s site on the Network. But when does he have time to read this, working nine to five as he does, which is not nine to five at all, but eight to six, seven, sometimes ten o’clock? By which point he is exhausted, despite his clockwork consumption of caffeine and nicotine.
And when he does call up the news from the Network sites he realizes how small he and his life are, even in the context of the corporation, not to mention the role of the parent company in international affairs. Good god. The corporation is everywhere, in every country. Many of these countries are at war with each other, and if the corporation’s interests are seriously threatened, might go to war with the Nation.
But the Nation is already at war. He is glad that the Nation possesses the most well-trained, technologically advanced military force on the planet. He had not gone to the last war, for he was in graduate school. But the current war terrifies him, the destruction the Nation wreaks upon its challenger with missiles paid for with his tax money. He has been extremely nervous since the current war began. But he does not doubt that after the slaughter the Citizens will be treated to parades and celebrations on television and he will watch flag-waving marchers outside his office window.
He is neither angry nor satisfied with the affairs of the Nation any more than he is or could be with the machinations of the parent company. It is all beyond his grasp. He is, if not happy, grateful to be able to rise each morning, take his pills, and begin the commute to his job and arrive at his job, no matter how demanding. No matter how trivial. No matter how wasteful of his time on earth. The countless meetings, the talk talk talk. The assignments from his superiors that he organizes and delegates to his subordinates. Often he finds himself with nothing to do, no actual work, but virtual work, deadlines planned for the future, the possibility of truckloads of data hanging over his head. So he spends many hours — those not spent attending meetings — creating plans and memos and scenarios for the monstrous jobs, the impossible tasks to come.
He finds his wife attractive. They go to the gym. He forces himself to “pump iron,” not to postpone the inevitable descent, but to make the landing smoother. He’s seen many a man crash. But he doesn’t have the energy for his wife that he once had. Maybe once a week, if that. And of course she has her career too, and they are both busy with the children.
He feels, given the uncertainty of the world, that he should own a gun, at least a rifle. The Police exist to protect his property, not his family — anyway, they are always there when you need them, but seldom here where they could save your life, if so inclined. But he is confused by the City’s Byzantine gun laws, and he is not comfortable letting the Government know he has a weapon. Should the Government turn for the worse, the gun owners in the Database will be the first ones visited by the police. But he fears being caught with an illegal weapon, a mandatory jail term, and the end of his career and all he’d strived for. Only those outside the system can flourish unregistered weapons with impunity.
Truly, he would rather be dead. He might live another forty years. Forty years of this. Maybe fifty. Another reason to own a gun. He can think of no better way to exit. Effective drugs are as illegal as guns, and the medications the head-drugger prescribes won’t kill him. Worse, they might put him to sleep, and he’d be caught holding the bag — or pill bottle — trying to escape, a Federal crime. He worked too hard for too long to lose it that way. If he must exit this earth, he will buy a gun. On the black market. What and wherever that is. If he makes the decision, it will not matter that his corpse is found holding an illegal weapon. Then again, if he gets caught in the act, before pulling the trigger, or chickens out, they will send him to an institution. Again, that would ruin him.
Of course, this is all hypothetical. Daydream talk. He has a deep responsibility to his family. His children. His is the kind of ethic that was instilled in his subconscious forcefully, frequently, and early on. It is so part of his psyche that he cannot even attempt to fathom it. Just accept it, passively, silently, albeit reluctantly.
Nevertheless, he does think critically about his children. He wonders aloud — to himself, of course — if he actually loves his children. His own childhood seems both distant and parallel. That is, he often feels mired in his own childhood and resents the adult, paternal role he must play. Also, he feels sorry for his children and fears for them. He does not understand the structure of the world outside his home and office cubicle, but he believes it is heading for a fall, collapse, chaos. What then? What of his children? What right had he and his wife to yank them from the peace of Cosmic Nothingness and thrust them into Time and consciousness against their will?
Adam Engel is a Contributing Editor for Cyrano’s Journal. Adam has published poetry, fiction, articles, and reviews in several web sites and magazines such as CounterPunch, Dissident Voice, Online Journal, Hudson Review, Accent, The Concord Journal, Beacon, Art World, Ward6 Review, CounterCurrents, LewRockwell.com, Literal Latte, Lummux, POESY, Chronogram, Press Action,and many others. Adam was a featured reader, along with Robert Creeley, Suzanne Pomme Vega, Robert Bly and others at the Woodstock Poetry Festival, August, 2001, where he read from his first book of poetry, “Oil & Water. He can be reached at , or at his partially completed (very partially) website at www.adamengel.com.
This is a fantastic piece.
If only those living in “denial”, or those who point their fingers and judge, should see what causes all the stress, people of modest means who are pushed too far under the daily stresses, worries and snap etc. Unless you have lived it, or are a “privileged” kid who rolled out of bed into a college education, which basically amounted to a bigger and better drunken orgy/keg party than High school, chances are you have never had the existential bumps…It’s easy for you, so it’s easy for everyone. (not everyone takes it for granted and is a brat of course).
We may all drive home on the same highway, stop at the same red lights, but most haven’t driven on the same road - lets not even mention those that take the bus, or those who have just decided to take up shelter on the bench.
Great article Adam - it’s easy to judge. I was depressed driving home today from work, and was thinking about writing something like this, but couldn’t figure out how to approach it….no need to.
Excellent piece. I know many in this situation…in 1991 - I saw the writing on the wall and opted out from that lifestyle. I went without, and still have ‘less’ than I did. I started my own business, which became successful - although corporate life would soon branch out to kill any competition in that particular area. The despair that others feel at being tied into the role described above, is so real, youth gone, and attempts at change futile. It’s time we changed our orgs…so many young people do not want to have children for precisely the reasons you have outlined.
This article struck a deep nerve in me. Cosmic nothingness? I hear someone ringing Sartre’s bell. It’s so beautiful when somebody embodies the futility of all my efforts to stay inside the box, where it’s safe. Im going to walk back to my tent feeling holy because of your revelation of a deep immediate truth to my life. Thank you for keeping my existentialist ferver alive.
Beautiful writing.
Everybody - please take a look at the Matrix 5 Project which consists of the Gold Edition Volumes 1,2 and 3. It can be found at this website: www.trufax.org.
Thanks for this great read.
This is like looking a mirror! I am an electronics engineer & have reached the end of my teather with corporate missery time (also known as going to work). I quit my last job on the spot & walked out. I have my own computer business but it is shrinking so fast because of aggressive mis-leading advertising which says big box stores are cheaper & better than the little guy which is an outright lie because I can beat them all hands down in all but a few items (gatecrashers) so I will be closing it within weeks. I have found a maintenance job for a care in the cumunity group (no corporation - just care of people who need care). I love my trade with the fascinating circuits, components & challenges but I hate the cube farm, endless meetings & ISO 9000&wotsit up the wazoo which destroys creativity, individulism & fun. They can stick it all up their arse now as I refuse to do it any longer. Truly an inspired work!
He hit the nail on the head. I can’t help but feel we are all on a train going full throttle and we see the tracks ending at a granite mountain. We know that its going to end badly, but you can’t jump from the train going 100 miles an hour either.
“they were drinkin from a fountain
that was pouring like an avalanche comin down the mountain.”
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA
yeah, I’m a software developer. funny how providence works, this is just what I needed
great essay/ insight
at the moment
A similar article came out today –
http://www.unknownnews.org/070825a-LeonF.html
I am trying to leave the USA and start a new life somewhere else, with my wife. But now the international corporate banking families have created an artificial housing bubble that is intentionally collapsing, in order to transfer my hard-earned wealth to their own pockets, and I cannot sell my house in order to make the move overseas.
Is it too late to leave?
And even if I do leave, will the country I go to extradite me back to the US because I am under 36 and the US draft has been instituted, to enslave me to war that will further the power and wealth of the international corporate banking families that own the United Nations and the major governments and organizations of the world?
The reality is that we are already slaves. We already have no privacy. It is better to remain ignorant of the illusion of freedom, so that one remains “free” in their head. None of us has the right to take this remaining freedom from another human being.
Be an artist–follow your muse. there is always a trail of breadcrumbs accross the Yelloe Brick Road. Follow them to the House of Bread, and save your head.
Those wise enough to know the end of the world as we know it is just around the corner are the few who will be left to rebuild after it ceases.
Don’t lament the Collapse. We must go through Hell before we get to Heaven. The total and thorough Collapse of the current rotted and insane System will open the door to more simpler and reasonable ways of organizing a Society that will directly benefit the People……and next time we MUST keep it that way or suffer the same consequences.
AMEN!
This is an excellent piece. I feel like this so often that if it wasn’t for people like Adam Engel, Jason Miller and Joe Bageant, I would have thought that I was going mad (which is true of course) - but all by myself.
How can anyone live in this time and not feel the transfer of our value as people to “the market”. I am striving to preserve the right to pursue a life of meaning in a world of cliches.
Unfortunately, in my own experience as a 35′er, the women are most directly influenced with the notion that people are as valuable as the things they own, how “normal” they are, and the mind-trap of Oprah’s “Secret”.
Fortunately, I left formal schooling early, learned to utilize my ability of discern the system around me from the intellect within, make enough not to steal to have a roof over my head and food to eat.
Ironically, being a descendent of slaves in America, I never felt the let down of believing that those in power over us care for our interest - we always saw the hypocrisy.
The photo of Michael Douglas in “Falling Down” (and not going to take it anymore) is fitting for your excellent article as well as most all of us who’ve been affected by this politically structured financial economy. Furthering ones education was always the impetus for guaranteeing success. But now, with the importing and exporting of critical jobs that originally formed the foundation and structure of a financially stable nation, one can see that education, itself, was merely an illusion for one to hang on, as one on a ladder of success. And as more and more folks begin to see through this illusion, there will be no more friendly faces and no more friendly conversations. Only blank stares of shock and disbelief. One doesn’t need to suffer from “shell shock” or PTSD’s from the psychological effects of war abroad. The effects of this financial war at home will do exactly the same.
…this sounds like something I would’ve written myself! Sam Kinison once said, “before I was your little boy I was a free spirit in the next stage of life, not imprisoned by a body of flesh , but free in a body of light. There were no weaknesses, only strength, but you had to f_ck and bring my ass down here, hey, now you want me to pay my own way? Pick up the f_cking checkbook, PICK IT UP!!! I didn’t call you up and say hey, have me so I can grow up and work in a f_cking Winchel’s someday! Now you want me to pay my own way, F_CK you!!!!!” Speaking to the Cosmic Nothingness here.
Cosmic Nothingness? Parallel dimensions and the like. We could change all of this if we really wanted to. The corporate structures rise and exist because we, largely, contribute to the consumption-driven, forward-moving way of life that strips us of any real human value concerning existence. We are convinced that we are always falling short in some area of our lives and buying more crap will make it all better. Until we side-step that mentality, we are doomed to whatever we’ve got coming to us. Life is short, spend time in awe of this existence, however brief it may be. The wonder of life on this planet is, and should be enough to keep us motivated, without condeming ourselves and everyone else to a cess pool of consumerism, cannibalizing our planet.
Go gaze upon the faces of the WALMART SLAVES…THIS IS THE FUTURE ..FOR YOUR CHILREN..
Great read. It’s all about magic and who believes in their own mojo of life and acts on it. Medicine, Socialism (american style), militarism, corporatism are all fictional. Fictions can be good, or ridiculously bad. Seeing this as a younger man would have helped me perhaps. I would have chosen fictions that worked well and satisfied me and not be falsely volunteered into this present usa fiction. But seeing it for a fiction is a remarkable plus, everything shifts. I realize it is all make believe and I’m starting to seriously work on my own magic, quietly, in small things and with love for all life, instead of anger and hatred which spring from fear. Ever looked at Bush jr (and sr.) and Cheney and seen terrified little children. Look at the congress critters, fear sits in the center of their lives, no wonder they obey the system rather than the men and women that supposedly selected them to act on their behalf. Once you see these supposedly powerful critters without the media hype, they are small and pathetic and their fictional positions depend on the fictional Universal Soldier (also universal fbi, nsa,irs, ss etc.). Universal Soldier is a great song.
There’s a site on magic and imagination that is excellent. You may want to take a look at it www.nomorefakenews.com .
Johnj
Great read, this lament of the Company Man.
Raymond Carver back in the Forties had already depicted the vacuity of this life. His typical CM commuted everyday between his home in Westchester County or Connecticut and his job in Manhattan, taking the train both ways, doing like his neighbors and co-workers, having parties once in a while to show off his possessions, mowing the lawn, and drinking Martinis to excess, feeling completely alienated from his real self he had betrayed years ago to follow the major trend of society, and looking at his wife and children, realizing he had no love for them.
I used to be able to write these kinds of essays, back in the 70s when I had as much or more angst as Engle (and yes, I love the writings of Miller and Bageant as well). But, as you can tell from my website http://www.somethinghappeninghere.net I have been outside this system for about 25 years (okay, I’m still “in the system” but on the perifery…the only way you can completely opt out of the system is to build a boat big enough to sail the 7 seas and find yourself a deserted island…alas, I get sea sick too easily!). I write, I take care of this Vietnam vet who can take care of himself but not his house (so I clean it every so often), I write, upgrade websites, and do odd jobs like feed animals. My husband saves lives in a very small town two or three days a week (the rest of the time he’s out here in the mountains). We have almost no debt, we own our small house we built ourselves on land we own outright (yes we pay taxes but not very much), homeschool our kids (well enough to send our son to Texas A & M, and yes we are paying his college). How can we do this? We save every penny we can, do not buy gadgets we don’t need, grow about half our veggies, go fishing when we can, and don’t worry about things we can’t do anything about. This all could change if the fascists reinstitute the draft (and catch our son, who won’t be able to get five deferments like Cheney did)…I did not know men could be repatriated back if they were under 36, thanks for the news! I wish I could say I’d hunt THEM down if THEY kill my son, but at this point I guess I’m not pissed enough.
But I still have hope, and I hope you all do too.
The only boats wee need are to ship the Capitalist class off into the oceans of history.
Sounds like my idea of a true “great escape”…at least for us.
Forward Socialism!
Revelation 18, The Merchants of the Earth were great men who deceived all the Nations of the Earth.
The Banks & Corporations were written about long before you were ever born.
Anyone feel like joining me for a latte at Starbucks?
Bubba
Seriously - a well written piece. My family is getting off the consumerist treadmill. We work in health care - helping people to the extent that we can. We derive a sense of pupose and meaning from our work.
We are aware of peak oil, climate change, debt, Bush, Cheney, American Idol, yet we still find some happiness in friends, family, fellowship, and Seinfeld.
Focus on what is important - less on what the corporate world thinks we need to make us happy.
Bubba
“We derive a sense of pupose and meaning from our work.”
You are lucky if you do - many people do not - that’s the point of the article.
These feelings are well expressed for many. When we exited God during the 60’s from school, home, office and public we shuld have expected a law of physics to ensue: no vacuum can exist without being filled.
If there is a better description for ” mens’ hearts failing them ” I can’t think of it.
Sorry, guys, but this didn’t do it for me.
Despite resonating with all those fortunate folks who consider themselves more than functionally literate (as well as those that are living vicariously through Danielle Steele and Tom Clancy), Middle-class pathos/middle-management angst as it is treated here doesn’t register outside that privileged pity party. You’re just waving a flag that looks like something but doesn’t stand for anything (cf. the Stars and Stripes.)
Hmm… maybe I missed something?
Sartre? Are you kidding me? Try harder. If you are trying to get existential on us, start by being less superficial and derivative with your ideas. I mean that in the most respectful way possible.
Sorry, but I had to ring the bell on this ego train. I could read the story but the comments were unbearable.
(If you are interested, Kirby Farrell is working on a book about berserk behavior in culture. The man is a genius.)
Thanks for the read.
mg
Guys, this article reflects the sad state of our county. I love this country. I was born here; although, I have lived in many other countries, this nation is still the best place to live in the world. I do agree that our time is running out—for the New World Order. The tighter they bind us, the less the blood flows but we have the power to break the cords!! It starts with taking power in our own little dominions. Where are you patriots? Don’t you want your children and grandchildren to prosper with the same god given rights our grandparents had? Take control of your own life first. Give up the drugs and alcohol. Then move on and take over your own homes and then your counties, cities and State. Start today. ktm
America is now socially and economically, not militarily yet, a middle power. The middle class has been destroyed in order to let Europe rise up.
The last company I was at was run out of Europe.
America is now longer the chief economic power, the United States of Europe are — why do you think they were created ?
Good Bye American Middle Class ! That was Bush’s job and he did it well.
I disagree with Anthony, right before me here. Bush may (and is) guilty of many things, from treason to the Constitution, to the criminal waging of war and/for the enrichment of his super-reich pals, but to claim he was acting as a front for the “Europeans” is a bunch of mental manure. One more idiotic scapegoat conspiracy to explain something as obvious as the sun: Bush is a plutocrat doing the bidding for the world’s plutocracy, which is supporting him and playing the same game around the world, screwing their own peoples, as is the inevitable role of all who wield obscene wealth at the expense of the many. There is competition at times between the world’s rich elites, which explodes in murderous wars (remember the 2 world wars boys?), but in general they have identical objectives and reinforce each other. And stop crying so much for the “American middle class” while forgetting that the “American middle class” was only a better off version of the world’s WORKING CLASS.
Idiots. Wake up and learn a bit about class analysis. You are prisoners of your own self-inflicted ignorance.
Who are the Europeans and the elites who run the private Federal Reserve which sets monetary policy and prints the currency but the plutocrats and financial elites who run the planet ? All propaganda, read Bernay’s propaganda book, and realize it is all an iluusion run by the same families of elites funneling money between continents.
See Adam Curtis’ The Trap on Google Video, Youtube.
Also See Adam Curtis’ Century of the Self on Google Video, Youtube.
It is true that we are slaves. Think about it, to “own” anything you have to get a loan and pay outragous interest for years, and when whatever you bought is finally paid for its usually worthless or you are too old to enjoy it. There is no loyalty from the corporation to the worker, but absolute loyalty from the worker to the corporation is demanded. They pay us enough to get by from one paycheck to the next and not much more. Every basic service is being jacked up to squeeze us to death. Truthfully, how many people do you know who are debt free, own their own property, and have enough disposable income to really do what they want? This revalation has come to me only recently. I worked for my present company for ten years, was totally loyal, worked hard, and helped build the company I work for from a small company with ten employees, to a mid sized one with over fifty employees. My reward for all that? To train younger and cheaper hires, to be unofficially marginalized and quietly slid towards the door. Becuase the corporate machine is souless and exists only to profit the ones at the top of the pyramid. So here I am nearing 50 with the prospect of being ultimately shoved into probably the worst job market since the great depression, and a job market that despises people over 40. My solution is to try to start a business of my own. That is the ONLY future for working people, it was what most people did before the turn of the twentieth century
and its the only chance of a future the American middle class has, we have to build an economy under the corporate carcass and one that is strong, not monopolistic, and localized. Thats the only way to defeat oligarchial fascism.
Adam — yeah, you’ve said it — in a nerve-touching and brilliantly expressed piece. I felt it, even if vicariously. I feel like I want to say something, but am not as elequent. I am an American — but an ex-pat. Long-term. Left the US in 1970. When people ask why I left, my stock joke used to be ‘I was a hippy at heart, and once the ’60s were over, I knew it was all downhill from there’. Well, I didn’t realise until many years later how prophetic that offhander really was. (The real reason? — simply, I was a backpack travel fiend and wanted to see the world — and just couldn’t stop). Been through 90 countries, lived in Aussie, S. Pacific, Romania, and now in So. Island of New Zealand. I love it here.
But I have still kept closely informed of everything that has been happening in America — the changes, the ’70s, ’80s, ’90’s
up until now. I’ve watched the whole roller-coaster ride, the Reagans, the Clintons, the Bushes, the Sopranos and the Simpsons — and over the past 7+ years, the descent (and now free-fall) into a full American fascist empire and police state, along with the destruction of freedoms and civil liberties — all orchestrated in the name of ‘national security’ . Part of this orchestration is the slow deterioration of the quality of life that Americans should be enjoying, but are deliberately being deprived of. The ‘dumbing down’. The rat-on-the-treadmill syndrome. The dissolution of the ‘dream’. Instead, it seems so many people are being conned into buying the ‘fear and sacrifice’ package. And I am afraid the worst has not yet come.
I am not a conspiracy freak, BUT the facts ARE the facts — and you’re not going to get them on Fox News or the other media propaganda rags (get on the Internet instead). The ones who are really running the country do not have the ordinary citizens’ interest in heart or mind, but instead have their own not-so-well-hidden agenda. This involves virtually complete control over almost every facet of American’s lives, the lust for endless power and corporate wealth, and of course, more wars.
The old saying “People get the government they deserve” is still true. If there is a next election, I hope Ron Paul wins it. Otherwise, look to the lessons of history. It will be a very long time before Americans will once again rise up with pitchforks against a military dictatorship.
I have been infinitely saddened to see all this happening. I do love America and what it stands for — in the eyes of its own people and that which can be regained in the opinion of the rest of the world. But to individual Americans, though I hate to say it - If you CAN leave, emigrate out, adapt to the change,
be willing to try an entirely new lifestyle — it may well be worth the effort. There are many other countries that offer a great way of life without the angst, anxiety, fear, depression or oppression or possession. Hey — didn’t mean to write a blog. It just sort of feels like I’m watching a beautiful ship sink - and really can’t do anything about it.
thank you for a terrifying reflection of what capitalism produces…the horror, the horror creating a privileged, ‘advanced’ U.S./us, silent accomplices in its global state terror wars to conquer the world and the planet with ‘our values and freedom’.
we can and must stop the juggernaut!
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Steve, 30 Aug. 8:48pm. I was a little envious of the life you’ve lived until I realized I would have had to have given up the life I have lived, the good and the bad, and I just can’t bring myself to say I could do that. Do plan to leave the U.S. ASAP. Will have to go by myself in the beginning as I have not been able to convince anyone else of the impending turmoil and chaos about to descend upon this country, even though I am batting nearly a thousand with my predictions over the last ten years. My question for you if you happen to see this is, which countries would be most receptive to an American of little means, little education, a thirst for knowledge and a hunger to see the suffering masses reclaim their birthright? Anyone else caring to comment please do so. My hunger is stronger than my pride. Be kind if you can. At age fifty I decided I might live a little longer if I just started over again so Hi, I’m Chucky and I’m eight years old.
LiveScience.com Fri Aug 31, 8:00 AM ET
also:http://news.yahoo.com/s/livescience/20070831/sc_livescience/americanworkforcesurprisinglysatisfied
Although many Americans will grumble about going back to work after they barbeque or hit the beach this Labor Day weekend, most will actually be content once they are back in the office. Regardless of complaints about downsizing, dead-end jobs, and burnout, most people in this country are satisfied with their jobs, according to a recent study.
“You hear all of these stories about a growing dissatisfaction with jobs being outsourced and downgraded, which present a negative state of workers,” said Tom Smith, director of the General Social Survey at the National Opinion Research Center at the University of Chicago. “But the level of job satisfaction has changed very little in 30 years.”……
“Of course, this is on average,” Smith told LiveScience. “Some people go through their whole lives being unsatisfied.”…
Visit LiveScience.com for more daily news, views and scientific inquiry with an original, provocative point of view.
Any comments? Looked up the study and it appears to be legit.
WARNING !!! Halting Pennsylvania gun sales !
Don’t be Fooled !
They are only Halting Pennsylvania gun sales to condition us into believing they can cut the guns & ammo off anytime they wish.
We know for a fact, and can prove that most Police departments are selling confiscated guns back on to the streets to cause more Chaos, to get more funding.
It has been said that the Militia know where every Pennsylvania State Police hides along the roads to Speed Trap US,
and that something may be laid down to flatten there tires.
Sons of Liberty Militia
Tim Stine
312 S. Wyomissing Ave.
Shillington, Pa. 19607 U.S.A.
yo-i love this country i get my food stamps,my welfare check,medicaid, have sex three times a day.lord what else could a man want.chu-fools.