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Happy Merit Campers

By Al Schumann on Sunday May 17, 2009 11:29 AM

Photo credit to Agitprop

When I was a pre-pubescent schoolboy, I thought it would be so cool to be Mr. Spock. He stalked gracefully through the neurotic meltdowns of life on the Enterprise and gave people crippling nerve spasms in their necks. This was important to me. I attended a school where the headmaster wore a codpiece, a strap-on on his forehead and nothing else. The faculty encouraged studious behavior through forced cannibalism. Every semester around midterms, the headmaster would scream "cull the herd, cull the herd!" over the PA system. Then he'd run through the halls, whinnying, goosing people with the strap-on, as we students cast nervous glances at the caldrons tended by our home room teachers and lined up to sharpen our #2 pencils. It would have been nice to get through this with Spock's splendid indifference. It would have been even better to give the headmaster a crippling nerve spasm. This might have spared my earliest friends the ghastly fate that attends poor test performance and spared the contingently meritorious the sad task of eating them. I had to settle for disgrace and expulsion.

When time permits, I worry about the people who did make it through, I really do. As far as I know, the majority of them became "cultural creatives". That is, they became marketers, marketing consultants, people who sell patented marketing techniques to consultants and people who leverage marketing into consultancies. The trauma of their schooling has scarred them so badly that they force themselves to forget it. Regrettably, they also recreate the same dynamic in their workplaces. For comfort, they seek refuge in a dream, as I did, of salvation through Spockhood. Hence their enthusiasm for Obama.

Can they be helped? In a word, no. Corporate infantilization has destroyed all hope for change. Owen has argued in favor of rustication as a means of unlearning the corporate "virtues", but there are no salubrious rural areas left. They've been flooded by yuppie NeoAgrarians in search of public servant farmers. The landscapes are dotted with their fair trade yurts and enormous banks of recycling porta-potties block the few remaining migratory paths of the dwindling wildlife. It's time for them to stop sharpening their #2 pencils and come to terms with their fate. The caldrons are ready and their wingnut classmates are hungry.

Comments (5)

op:

The Top 20
eat
the bottom 20

Middle 60
look on
with awe fear
and if not watering mouths
Then growling bellies

A fine 360 degree application
of
Mechanism theory

JTG:

On a related note....

While we're on the subject of Star Trek, I thought Deep Space Nine was the best series in the franchise just for taking Gene Roddenberry's naive vision of a utopian future and turning it on its head. The supposedly benevolent Federation had its true colors exposed and wasn't above committing genocide (infecting the Changelings with a virus) to achieve its ends.

JTG:

Damnit, HTML mistake.

Al Schumann:

I patched the HTML and I'll take your word for it on the series. I spent the entire time it was running studying 360 degree applications of Mechanism Theory, as a charity student at the Paine Memorial Institute for Lost Souls.

You and me both, JTG. Though I lost interest around the time that the Rat Pack hologram was teaching the constable about how chicks really like to be treated when we're in lurrrrve, doncha' know...

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