Thursday, July 11, 2019
Teacher’s Pets and Assholes
No one could stand them in school, and it’s hard not to be annoyed by them now that they’ve become adults.
Among the variety of classmates one has in one’s first introduction to mass social interaction (school) are an entire archetypal mix of characters. It doesn’t matter what the race or cultural background may be in one’s social milieu. Every kid knows fellow students who are nerds, jocks, stoners, rebels, gamers, Hip-Hop aficionados, or creepy death metal freaks. We see them all in school just as we continue to interact with them in adulthood.
Smart respectable and friendly kids are...nice. People generally like “nice” people. That is of course unless one sees niceness as something pretentious and contrived. It doesn’t help if the power structure — teachers — have bought into the con and elevate the schemers to unwarranted adulation. Some kids are popular, and that’s fine. They’re bound for success. You could even say they are “privileged” and skin color is of little or no significance when appraising attractiveness, charisma, or smooth style.
This is a “generalization” (a type of appraisal that often accurately discerns things) but many of these young elites successfully maintain their aura of grandiosity as adults. They’re the “good people.” They think the right things, read the right books, and vote for the right party. They would never be so crass as to believe in the value of maintaining a secure national border. They go to the right colleges and dutifully agree with their Post-Structuralist professors. They would never question the wisdom of rulership by guardian class. The teachers pet would never wear a MAGA hat or write an essay supporting the wrong view. They’re the good guys. Maybe the extra good guys but they’re no Boy Scouts or Girl Scouts (or transgender scouts). Flag patches and pledges to the flag are no way to go now when one is bridling for attention in the social nobility olympics.
What used to be the teacher’s pet is now the pet of every institution of statist thought. They’re the clapping seals in Bill Maher’s audience. They’re the free-range kale-stuffed suburban monuments to PC obedience. Underneath their well-polished patina of milquetoast leftism and masks of purity is the usual matrix of human flaw but, it doesn’t matter. The teachers approved, the professors approved, the media holds them in high regard (many of them are the media). What’s not to like when “privilege” is actually an Oscar-winning acting stunt?
It isn’t so much that the tail-wagging obedience of the “cooperative” are held in such high regard. What’s a bit more unsettling is the successful derision directed to the rest of us.
Dennis Leary famously performed a song mocking common caricatures of the less-sophisticated. Each section of the song ends with the catchy reminder that the stereotype of traditionalist living is “an asshole.” It’s a funny song. Even funnier if you believe that conjured image. Of course one could just as easily mock the caricature of pristine goodness that starts life off as a teachers pet and ends it with the commanding positions in society gained by those who play the role of rebel but are far (very far) from it.
In the end, the only people who really like the teacher’s pet are the teachers. But for the rest of us, we get stuck cleaning the “pet’s” litter box (which lies in every nook and cranny of life).
“Hey! Teacher! (and journalist, and bureaucrat, and Hollywood entertainer, and late night “comedian”), “Leave them kids alone!” ....leave Us alone!
Maybe They’re the Assholes
I work hard and struggle through life. I've had some good pleasures and of course I've had strife. Sometimes I enjoy the things that I've got while the leftists sit in their coffee shop, screaming, screaming screaming that I'm an asshole!
There's a protest today, the kids are all set to show that they love people that they've never met. And here I am tired from a day on the farm, while Democrats whine that I've done only harm. They can't understand the things that I say, while sipping their skinny self-righteous latte.
They think they're the only ones having a soul, while proclaiming and complaining that I'm an asshole.
I'm an asshole (they think). I am privileged (they wink).
They don't understand why I'm unable to see the obvious that they "are better than" me. I'm an asshole, (and they're not). They want culture to rot. It's the way they can bring us in line with their thought, to punish the wayward by folks who know best. It's all about trying another Socialist test.
If some people cry, if some innocent die, There'll be omelets in days if we just breaks some more eggs, and some legs, and arms, and skulls, and bones, to the shrieks, and sardonic tones of the betters who yell from their fortress in hell, Who think Obama's corruptions were actually swell and they tell us others who'd rather be free that if we knew and could only see that, We're assholes -- in their eyes. We're assholes -- the working class guys. We are assholes -- so they think. While they burn, and holler, and scream, and break, For reasons unknown and for no ones' sake.
They know best what's for you, they know how you should live, You should do what they say, you should do it today, and learn to obey the Antifa way.
Well, I've given it thought and decided to pass on the phony and bogus communist gas that erupts from the belly of control freaks and kings who want nothing more than to steal your things.
Maybe just maybe it is they who are the assholes.....the assholes 🎶
