Nick, this post is for you!
I used to think that people in manual labor and tedious repetitive jobs were just unlucky. I thought they simply came from tough circumstances or didn’t have a good example to follow. I assumed they all had natural IQ that was simply hidden behind their ignorant, grunting exteriors.
Then I talked to some of them.
That’s when I realized that laborers are morons. Not self-selected morons… actual bona fide natural morons with no intellect. Most are lucky to be able to string together a noun and a verb. They communicate through primal grunts and gestures. This works fine for them, because the most difficult things they ever need to convey are “put that heavy thing on top of that other heavy thing” and “ouch, my arm just got severed by that machine.”
Am I saying that all people who are laborers are morons? Yes.
I was once walking to class at UMKC and there were some laborers holding picket signs because they thought they were being treated unfairly. They told me the evil management wouldn’t cave to their demands, and that it wasn’t right. I told them I was on my way to a management class to learn how to keep “hard workin'” people (monkeys) down. And when I say “monkeys” I’m talking about stupid people, not black people (race baiting scum).
Just being stupid does not qualify you for manual labor. Ambitious morons typically have a career in politics in Chicago.
To be a laborer, you also have to not care about your future. You have to have no ambition. You have to be content with a life that includes starting work at 6:00 AM and lifting heavy stuff all day. You have to be content with standing outside when it’s 110 degrees and when it’s 0. You have to be content with the fact that the highest level you can ever achieve is bulldozer operator. You have to be content knowing you could be replaced by a donkey, and that the donkey could actually do a better job because it can lift more.
I don’t believe lack of ambition is natural. From the dawn of time, man (yes, I meant to exclude women) has been trying to ever improve his circumstances. Not these guys. They think “going to college and desk jobs are for wussies.” They think that “managers never have a clue what they’re doing.” They think women would rather be with a musclebound doofus than with a professional with a nice house and a Ferrari.
And they would be wrong.
Personally, I don’t mind being called a wuss for sitting INDOORS all day with air conditioning, Internet, and an administrative assistant. I definitely don’t mind being called clueless, so long as I make several times what they make.
In a sense, laborers are the slaves of the 21st century. The difference with these slaves is that they chose the life for themselves. They are content to take the scraps from the wealthy people financing their projects. Well, maybe not content… they’ll claim it isn’t fair that they don’t have a big house, but content enough not to do anything about it. The worst threat they can make is that they’ll walk off the job. Fortunately, in America, the project financier can simply replace these idiots with other idiots or with robots (or donkeys).
But let’s be honest. Without these self-selected slaves, where would we be as a society? We’d have to import labor from other countries to build our houses, buildings, and highways. And I don’t mean Mexicans. In order for society to be good for the winners, there have to be some losers cleaning the toilets and lifting stuff. I recently read a very brilliant quote by James Delingpole about that… “It’s just not possible for everyone and everything to be excellent. If you have winners there are going to be losers. In order for something to be excellent, something else has to be less excellent. Otherwise, the very concept of excellence is utterly meaningless.”
Is it fair that we have an entire class of self-selected slaves? I say 100%. Sure, they will always complain about unfairness. It will sound something like this: “he have nice house. me want nice house. life not fair.”
Normally when I insult a large group of people on my blog, I write a “I’m just kidding” (even though I’m not) disclaimer so they won’t hunt me down and kill me. However, in this case I’m safe, because laborers are illiterate.