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The Fall of Americanism

I’m constantly seeing problems everywhere, inefficiencies, stupidity, laziness, general mediocrity. People have complete disregard for policy that works, yet complete regard for policy that fails. Mediocrity is acceptable, as long as you aren’t wronged you accept inefficiency. Lack of improvement is the norm, and improvement is frowned upon. Politicians run on change, when they could run on the much superior motto of improvement. Genericism is accepted, specifics frowned upon. Let’s concentrate on reflecting on the problems instead of actually doing something about them. The standard of criticism is “Oh, that over there is lousy. Oh well. Maybe they should fix that.” instead of “That over there is lousy. It needs this done to this, we can do that via that, and the when on that is now.” If you actually choose the latter, they like to stick you in the former and ignore the latter. (If someone would like to offer improvements on the latter or the former, I’d be willing to consider it in the present.) The ones who choose to recommend improvements are frowned upon as dreamers instead of heralded as doers.

America used to be a country of doers, but has turned into a country of dreamers. Now note that these two are not mutually exclusive, just exclusive dreamers cannot achieve without mutually doing. Our early leaders did, our current leaders fancy. They dream, discuss their dreams, reflect upon their dreams, share their dreams, but do not act upon dreams. They are the definition of a fool, one meant to entertain the masses.

What has caused this fall of Americanism? The unwillingness to perturb or challenge, the willingness to concede to popular opinion, the assimilation of culture while integrating the less desirable parts of culture in the interest of political correctness or the apparition of equality. The arts have assimilated to the masses, stopped challenging the status quo, and the media shallowing to appeal to the visceral.

The editorial has died, considered too bias or politically incorrect. Without a social commentary, citizens cease to think, they are only fed. The food is consumed with little thought to the nutrition, consumed at face value, purely on how it tastes. Delicacies are considered for the upper class and the snobbish, not the masses. Fast food is politically correct, judged on marketed healthiness, not on the effort put into it or the quality of the flavor, just whatever is enough to cease the hunger, nothing more. The palate is bland, accepting the fried, rejecting the unfamiliar yet the decadent. Network television is the opiate of the masses, editorials and the cerebral the exhilarate of the few.

1976′s Network predicted it well. The first on-screen murder to increase ratings is not far away, we’ve taken to beating up “not-Is” on television to boost the esteem of the mes. Reality television is to blame, viewing the misfortunes of not-Is to entertain the mes. Wipeout is my favorite example, not just showing the embarrassment of the not-Is but adding a pejorative commentary on top. Where is the value? Reality television such as Big Brother, American Idol, and The Bachelor are already valueless, but Wipeout deserves its own category one below, antivalues. Not only does it fail to provide an editorial, but increases the validity of just watching misfortune and making light of it instead of fixing it. Hollywood used to challenge and show characters attempting to escape difficulties and improve the quality of life for themselves and others even if it first decreases the quality of theirs. Now we are devalued to Michael Bay, Heather Graham and Sacha Baron Cohen. Shrek, Twilight and Iron Man are the top grossing films while in 1967 All The President’s Men and Rocky are at the top of the list. What happened here? We ceased to do and started to stop. The people in this day and age do not wish to think or be challenged, they want potty humor, glitter and action with a dash of others’ misfortune.

What can we do to bring back that Americanism, that original spirit that got our country going? Challenge the status quo. If something can be improved, improve it or suggest improving it. If something is wrong, make it right. Don’t give up on fixing something because it is hard or might offend, fix it. Be willing to not conform, be willing to question, be willing to complain and use your voice. Be willing to write 800 word essays when you should be working on something else, be willing to protest, be willing to fight for not change, but improvement. Political correctness is not always correct, say what you think, and think what you say. If we are not willing to on occasion offend or challenge, our change will be boring.

Change is dull and nothing new. Improvement is much more exciting.

EDIT: The Google ad placement on this article is hilarious. Nothing like “Find your Bella!” and “Twilight Fan Site!” to go along with my point.

DISorientation

For years, I had wanted to see the utilidors, know the capacities, be able to calculate the wait time in my head, and know the locations of all the secret doors in The Magic Kingdom. I finally got to enter that world.

I’ve always wanted to work in The Magic Kingdom but have known that to do so would require submitting myself to “that” work world. That $7.25/hour world. The world that my world has always told me to avoid, a dead end. But this Fall, I had the chance to enter it on occasion, taste the forbidden fruit, and enjoy it. Albeit, I did have an advantage of it all being overtime, bumping it up to the downright posh $10.87 world. Still, I’d be willing to do it for $7.25.

In “that” world, you have yourself, your voice, and your hands. No desk to sit in front of, no overflowing outlook inbox or hour long meetings on how to introduce diversity to the office. The earth is your office, the weather your pace car, the season your mood, and your Sunday a Saturday or maybe a Friday or two. Your day is about point A to point B. No detours needed, your lunch handed to you, the clock running your bladder, and the silent boss the timepunch watching over you. Check in on the way in, put your brain on the shelf if you want, keep yourself occupied for 8 hours, punch out. Go home, forget the day, sleep, eat, drink, whatever you think (or don’t think).

Then exit that world.

At least I have that choice. And that is what lets me get through it. If I don’t like the work, I leave. If I’m tired, I work less. If I’m brimming with energy, next Thursday my pockets brim with money. Ah, there’s the catch. Even at a seemingly glorious overtime rate of $10.87, it’s less than squat per year. $22,000 dollars. Before your taxes. Just barely above the supposed 4 person household poverty line. If all you do is work, it’s fine. But you can only handle 60 hours a week for so long. When you’re down to 40, you have all this free time, time to spend but no money to spend in it. You sit on the couch and wither, watching football any time you are home. Heavily drinking cheap booze to pass the time. But then there goes your paycheck. You slide back in the hole, the dirt wall sliding down as you climb up it, scampering like an ant in the sand. Not a place to be.

But as far as climbing down into that hole as long as you have a ladder in place to come back out? Go for it. You will come out for the better.

This Company

I have so many things to do today. My company just got bought out by Google which will be excellent in the long run but has generated a massive list of things for me to do. First off, I have to meet with the Google lawyers. They are going to discuss Google policy on legal issues and help me properly merge my assets into the company. Then I get the tour of the Google campus, the legendary Google campus. I get to see the Google way, start a 20% project, eat free food, build ziplines over ditches and put myself in streetview as often as I can. They are going to show me my new offices where my team will move, supposedly it has a great view and is nice and open, with a ball pit in the middle of the conference table just like EA Tiburon. I will eat lunch in their cafeteria and I have been told it is thousand-fold better than what I am used to. This afternoon I have to work on moving into my new home. I have not actually seen it yet, but one of my team who has lived here his whole life picked it out for me. It’s not huge, but it has a nicely sized lot that overlooks the bay. Located on one of the mountain sides, it has a mile long driveway up to it through woods. This afternoon I need to position my furniture that is hopefully there and get my computers up and running. Then I have to figure out what I am going to do for dinner. Microwave pizza?

So much time has been sunk into this thing. I started it fresh out of college. And I am now 37. At least 10 years of working every day at any odd hour to keep everything running. Server down in the middle of the night? I had to go fix it. Someone called in sick, I had to cover. At least I have Ethel who never gets sick or sleepy. No wonder I eat microwave pizza at 2 in the morning. It’s a 10 man operation with all of us pulling silly hours. But the revenue just pours, growth is Hiroshima on steroids, and we run on caffeine. At least I don’t have to write press releases and emails. I have Ethel for that. Students love us, corporations love us, governments love us, I love us. We have put so much time and money into Ethel to get her to perform so well. She gets overloaded often though. Come exam season, we just pour caffeine into our systems to keep going. At least I did not have to find time to write this journal entry, I let Ethel write it.

…oh, I see Ethel forgot to mention exactly what Google bought: her. Our latest product revision, that we at the office like to call “Essays That Hopefully Everybody Loves”