In my younger years when I first started blogging, I thought I would do something great. I thought I would change the world. I thought I would take my God-given talent of writing and use it to write columns and articles that would instruct and inspire the "yute of America."
As a younger person (I'm less than a quarter century old), I never considered myself part of the 'yute of America." Call me egotistical, but I always believed myself to be a cut above the riff-raff and the rabble down there on the street. There was a period of time I considered myself an intellectual, but I've since repented of that sin. I have (because of the bias of being home schooled) considered myself one of the best and the brightest...until I dropped out of college. Twice
! Since then I have become part of the riff-raff rabble I so vehemently hated.
I suppose I should clarify. I don't
consider myself to be low class. I've always tried to be the best I can be. But I disappointed myself when I didn't become a household name by age twenty-one. I haven't had to resort to welfare. My parents didn't and don't give me money, no matter how dire my situation may be. I didn't need a government program to provide for my needs and wants. Somehow, I've always found a way. And while I've not made headlines being heralded as the smartest man on the planet, I have always thought myself ahead of my time and born twenty years too late.
I say all this to say that for quite some time now, I've wanted to write an apology on behalf of Supreme Dictator for Life, His Royal Majesty Lord Barack Obama, The Most Merciful. I wanted to apologize to all of the nations Lord Obama has apologized to letting them know that Barry doesn't speak for the majority of Americans. We as a county--those of us who work here and pay not only our way, but support the welfare state that so many very, very patriotic illegal immigrants
take for granted--we do not deign pay obeisance to any other nation or two bit ten horn dictator, nor do we wish for our elected representatives to either. When Barry talks about all the evil that his
country perpetrated, we--the working class of America--thinks Barry's referring to Kenya.
So as I said, I've always thought of myself as better than the common man, but in reality, I have become the common man. I'm a nameless American that goes to work every day to pay my debt to society. It's my curse for underachieving. Had I become the talented genius i always thought myself to be, I would be getting paid right now to not work. As such, it just wasn't in the cards.
So I thought I could use blogging--the most modern form of mass communication of well-thought ideas--to reach the masses, specifically those young people who had grown up ignorant under the thumb of the government. I wanted to challenge their beliefs. I wanted to shake them to their very core. I wanted to show them that there is a better way. But there are two points I forgot to factor into this equation: the so-called "yute of America" can't read and those who can don't possess the vocabulary or cognitive ability to engage in a serious discussion of issues.
So I've given up on 'em. I no longer care whether they get it or not. If the "yute" of America are more interested in whether or not Brittany Spears is wearing panties, let them. After they've squandered mommy and daddy's money and realized their middle-age dumbfucks that don't know how to work for a living, they can all fight over waiting tables. I am going to make something of myself so that if I deem their service worthy of it, they can have $5 of my hard-earned money as a tip.