And that goes for all jobs. White-collar. Blue-collar. Entry level. Professional. And everything in-between.
It’s just that some normies were able to get into white-collar management positions because they were willing to lie, or sleep their way to the top, screwing others over on their way up.
Either that, or the lot of their birth had afforded them the privilege to attend college. For those reasons, they are a little higher up on the societal food chain than others.
But they are still normies for the very simple fact that they are comfortable with playing the hierarchy game while seeking to humiliate those who just want to quietly do their jobs and go home.
A lot of the people with jobs don’t even need the money. They either have a trust fund, or a wealthy spouse. A job to them is nothing more than a chessboard for power. More on that later.
If you are inherently creative, then by default, you are not obsessed with hierarchy, because you spend much of your time in your right brain, and creative energy tends to lean more feminine.
For that reason, you cannot work a normie job. Not for long anyway. Because the opposite of a normie is to be neurodivergent.
If you are creative, then you have neurodivergence by default, and the moment the normies spot that you are different, they will gang up on you and seek to ostracize you, and it won’t be obvious at first because they will appear friendly.
But understand that that is the most important part of the facade. You catch more flies with honey than vinegar. By the time you are able to figure out that you don’t belong, it will already be too late, and you won’t be able to fight them so easily.
And in fact, you don’t belong because you are not supposed to. You see, jobs are for normies.
The typical. The average. The talentless.
That’s why they fight to gatekeep their spaces from neurodivergents so ferociously. They figure it’s only fair because they need those spaces to survive, and you don’t.
You can literally get up one day and decide to write a book, or build a website. They can’t! They need those jobs. And for every job that is occupied by a neurodivergent, that’s just one more job they figured could have gone to one of their normie friends or relatives.
Not only that, but most blue-collar jobs are service level positions. We’re talking about; uber, Lyft, UPS drivers, Amazon Prime, warehouse associates, telecom tower technicians, etc.
When neurodivergents create something meaningful and relatable, we need people to help us move it across town right to the doorstep of our paying customers. And that’s where normies come in.
Why would you want to work among normies when they are literally meant to serve us?
Sometimes, a shift in perspective is really all you need to help move things along smoothly. So with that, I close by reiterating my main point.
It’s the end of the month, and time once again for our monthly review series. Our muse for the month of April is Luster by Raven Leilani. But before we begin, here’s a disclaimer.
Disclaimer:
The following review contains spoilers. So I recommend reading the novel before reading this or any other review on the topic. Now without further ado, let’s begin.
Overview:
Luster is a 2020 American novel written by Raven Leilani. At 227 pages, it was Leilani’s debut novel, and was among the best received debut titles for that year.
Plot:
The main plot follows Edie, a twenty-something African-American woman who works at a publishing company in New York City. It is a dead-end job that she is able to keep by fulfilling sexual favors for her male colleagues, mostly White.
Jaded with her job, and with life in general, Edie begins an online affair with Eric, an older married man from New Jersey. Eventually, they meet in person, and he takes her on a date to the amusement park.
Despite Eric being married, Edie is smitten, often indulging in fantasies about their lives together, and how it will all end, that offers a striking peek into her psychology. This will become relevant later in the novel when Edie’s lust becomes more apparent.
Not long after, Edie is fired from her job after setting a boundary with one of her male colleagues. With very little savings to fall back on, she is soon evicted from her Brooklyn apartment.
One day, while out delivering food to the hospital in the rain, on her bike, Edie runs into Rebecca, Eric’s wife whom she had previously met when she found out where he lives and followed him to their home in suburban New Jersey.
Edie quickly discovers that Rebecca has a rather interesting job. She is a practicing mortician at the morgue of the hospital. Rebecca decides to take Edie home with her, much to Eric’s dismay, though he doesn’t really say much about it.
It turns out that Eric and Rebecca have an adopted daughter named Akila, who also happens to be African-American. As such, Rebecca subtly pays Edie with the expectation that she will act as Akila’s live-in governess, due to them being more relatable to each other. Oh yeah, there is one catch, however. Rebecca has told Edie to stay away from Eric.
Everytime Edie takes Akila to the mall, or to her karate classes, she finds a hundred dollar bill on the table when she gets home. Edie is not being rushed to find a job, and as such, she sees an opportunity in her newfound situation to do more of what comes naturally to her, which is canvas painting.
Edie loves to paint. As such, she often finds herself snapping photos of certain things around their home that she finds rather interesting. Most notably, one scene in particular where she snaps a photo of Eric and Rebecca having sex with their bedroom door left ajar, that she intends to sketch out in her sketchbook at a later time.
Eventually, the temptation for Eric and Edie to keep their hands off each other had proven to be too great.
As such, they end up sleeping together, and it isn’t long before Edie wound up pregnant by him, a plot twist that ended up giving way for the single most memorable quote in the entire book for me, “he makes you want, he makes you wicked, and as you sleep, he puts a baby inside your belly.”
If you think that quote was pertaining to Eric, think again.
It turns out that Eric and Rebecca are in an open marriage. But even so, Edie soon finds herself skating on thin ice with Rebecca when Rebecca found out that Edie has still been sleeping with Eric in secrecy, and was told to start searching for another job.
Unfortunately, Edie suffers a miscarriage as a victim of police brutality, that takes place on the lawn of her employer after the police were baffled as to how someone who fits her racial profile could live in a suburban home.
Not long after the miscarriage, Edie finds another apartment and moves back to New York with all the cash that she was able to save from being a governess.
The novel ends with Edie, in her new apartment, doing a sketch of a half-dressed Rebecca from a photo that Rebecca had allowed her to take.
Review:
Though it had a female lead, this book was very relatable to me due to the timeliness of when it entered my life. And now that the title has gotten your attention, I think it’s worth noting that the kind of lust in question is more so related to a lust for survival, passion, and drive, than it is about sexual lust.
The sex scenes in this novel are not as strongly erotic as one might expect, but the moral is far more valuable than the kind of thrills often found in erotica.
I also think that despite her shaky financial situation, Edie felt more confident about moving back into her own apartment when she realized that she can sue the police department in New Jersey, as well as the individual arresting officer for her miscarriage, and a hate crime. I hope she takes her story to the press.
I think it reflects a much wider anomaly within the social fabric of our society to think that this level of racism was still taking place as recent as 2020 in the land of the free.
It’s also hard for me to ignore that the assault scene on the lawn almost parallels Derek Chauvin’s murder of George Floyd right down to the year in question, except that Edie actually survived her encounter with the police.
This tale is about finding the right balance between survival and following your passion. Not perfect, just right. Because survival is messy, and often involves doing things that are normally out of character.
It also makes a note of the fact that help may sometimes come from unexpected places. Not from some divine source, but simply from people helping people.
However, in the midst of the chaos that comes with daily survival, one must never neglect to persevere in their tireless commitment to making their true passion a reality against all odds.
I would just like to end by sharing that I first read Luster, this week back in 2024, during a very dark chapter of my life, and it has motivated me to keep writing throughout despair. With that said, there is literally no Buckinchere Collection without Luster.
It’s the end of the month and time once again for our monthly review series. Our muse for the month of May is Edward Nygma, alias, The Riddler. Particularly in his first appearance on Batman The Animated Series, during an episode titled, “If you’re so smart, why aren’t you rich?” But first, here’s a disclaimer: The following review contains spoilers so I recommend watching the episode first before reading this or any other reviews on the topic. Now without further ado, let’s begin.
Overview:
Batman The Animated Series is an American television series that premiered on Fox in 1992. The series was created by Bruce Timm and Paul Dini as a 90’s revival of Bob Kane’s 1938 creation for Detective Comics, and originally consisted of 85 episodes across two seasons, the largest episode count for a single season of any children’s show at the time.
“If you’re so smart, why aren’t you rich,” was the forty-first episode of the series. It originally aired during the show’s first season on November 18, 1992. Written by David Wise, Directed by Eric Radomski, and starred Kevin Conroy, John Glover and Gary Frank. It was also The Riddler’s debut episode.
The Premise:
Edward Nygma (John Glover) is an employee of “Competitron,” a toy manufacturer. The episode opens with Nygma arriving at work one cloudy morning just in time as the janitor was tossing his name tag in the trash. Nygma asked the janitor what he was doing and that was when his employer Daniel Mockridge (Gary Frank) who was standing there all along informed him that he was fired.
Nygma protested that Mockridge cannot do without him because he is the smartest game designer in the company. Mockridge replied that he can indeed fire Ngyma because the latter is suing him for royalty. As an employee of Competitron, Nygma previously designed a video game titled, “Riddle of the Minotaur,” and is now suing the company for royalty. Furthermore, Mockridge lives up to his name by mocking Nygma in the form of a rhetorical question, the titular question of the episode.
After some time had passed, Mockridge tried pitching Nygma’s work to Bruce Wayne (Kevin Conroy) and Luscious Fox (Brock Peters) who were initially hesitant. At some point during the meeting, Mockridge looked outside the window of the conference room and noticed an ominous riddle in neon light. The riddle read, “Why do multimillion dollar deals break down in the wasteland?”
Later that evening inside the Batcave, Bruce dons his Batman alter ego, and ponders on the meaning of the riddle as Robin (Loren Lester) ironically plays “Riddle of the Minotaur” on the bat computer.
“Holy irony Batman, it’s a good thing I’m already familiar with this game. I have a hunch we might be needing it soon.”
“Good thinking old chum, to the batmobile.”
Though they didn’t actually say any of that, I think it’s worth mentioning that their voices actually sounded a bit more cartoonish this time around, almost like they sounded in the classic “Superfriends,” cartoons from the 70’s, hinting at the fact that this episode is nowhere near as dark and brooding as other episodes.
Meanwhile over at Competitron, Mockridge walked into his office and found Nygma sitting in his swivel chair in the dark, donning his Riddler alter ego for the first time. No doubt the end result of trauma, and a need to get even. Mockridge humored Nygma, perhaps feeling a bit cocky that he might be able to get Nygma to create more games for Competitron, but Nygma had other plans.
He redesigned the Chinese finger puzzle in the form of some gold rings that look eerily similar to the symbol on the Olympic flag. He tossed the gold rings at Mockridge who was none the wiser and who tried solving it, only to unwittingly cuff himself with it, just as two of Nygma’s henchmen pounced on him.
Batman and Robin crashed the party just in time, and got into a fight with Nygma’s goons who managed to escape with Mockridge as their hostage. Sometime later that night as Batman and Robin were driving across the Gotham bridge, they noticed that the lights were flashing all across the city.
Batman, quickly realizing it to be morse code, translated the message, and it turned out to be another of Nygma’s riddles that read, “When is the Minataur’s owner as high as an elephant’s maize?” They quickly realized that maize is a wordplay for maze, and took off for the amusement park where they had to navigate a life-sized replica of Nygma’s video game in order to find Mockridge.
Robin used his experience from playing the Minotaur game to help navigate the maze, and after solving several puzzles and riding on a cool mechanical flying hand (unique to the DCAU), they eventually got to Mockridge and answered one final riddle in time to save him from being sliced in two by an animatronic, sword-wielding minotaur. It turned out that Nygma lured them to the maze intentionally to buy himself enough time to flee the city.
Wayne enterprise eventually bought Riddle of the Minotaur from Competitron, and Dick lamented during the aftermath that it’s such a pity they had to sell to a creep like Mockridge. But that was when Bruce interjected that “Mockridge may have his money, but he won’t be sleeping well.”
We then cut to a scene where we see Mockridge carefully bolting his door at night and looking under his bed, trembling with a shotgun before reluctantly climbing into bed and cowering under the covers. Bruce ended the episode by asking the question, “How much is a good night’s sleep worth? Now there’s a riddle for ya.”
Personal Takeaway:
This cautionary tale serves as a reminder of a clause that could be included in your employment contract depending on the nature of your job. A clause stating that your employer owns the patent to anything you invent for the company while employed to that particular company. Most companies have ensured to include this clause within their employment contracts. The same is true with music, animation and especially writing.
When I first got back to writing, and shortly before I created my blog site on WordPress, I tried freelancing for another blog site. Though I am avidly against using AI to write because I think it takes the soul out of writing, I nonetheless used Chat GPT to offer suggestions on what topics to cover. I did so for no other reason than to save my best ideas for my own upcoming blog.
So I gave them mediocre ideas while saving the topics near and dear to my heart for myself, because I knew that if I wasn’t smart about it, I would never own my ideas outright, I’d only get paid for them. Sure enough I paid the price for my betrayal in the short term because they never accepted any of my submissions, but to me it was worth it because I was rewarded for remaining disciplined in the long run.
The point that I am making by sharing that example is that if you have a bright idea that could potentially make you millions in the future, don’t share it with an employer, create it for your own profit and ownership. You’d be well within your rights to do so. It is your intellectual property after all, and make sure you patent it before pitching it to anyone.
Another thing to add is to always rent the rights to your intellectual property versus selling it off. Never sell to any individual or corporation because if you no longer own the rights to your work you are forfeiting your rights to future royalties.
Although The Riddler was the monster of the week in this story, he is really more of a tragic anti-hero who sold out his ideas for a quick buck. Edward Nygma was born but The Riddler was made, and the person who made him is the real villain of the picture.
Nygma wasn’t Mockridge’s only victim, he was just the one who took action, albeit misguided. Think of how many more families were plunged into undue poverty all due to Mockridge’s greed and betrayal. At least we know Nygma’s name. Think of all the other Gothamites whose names we will never know.
In the end, Edward Nygma got the poetic justice he so richly deserves, and I don’t think he stuck around long enough to witness the full extent of the damage that Mockridge was dealt at his hands.
Bruce Wayne’s question at the end pertaining to the value of a good night’s sleep was essential in weighing the pros and cons of guilt versus reward. The final scene that saw Mockridge bolting his door at night was the most brooding part of the episode. It came straight from out of a horror film right down to the music score.
Trivia:
It was mentioned in the episode that Nygma’s first initial along with his surname (E. Nygma), are a wordplay for enigma, meaning a man of mystery and intrigue.
This was a carefully devised strategy that Nygma used to trap Mockridge who otherwise wouldn’t have trusted him. Mockridge made the mistake of thinking he knew Nygma well enough and just assumed he was some harmless schmuck he could easily get over on.
Conclusion:
“If you’re so smart, why aren’t you rich” was generally well received by fans of the show and went down in history as one of the most memorable episodes of the entire series. I give this cautionary tale of greed, guilt and doubt in one’s own potential a five out of five good night’s sleep, and I’ll see you on the next one.
Over the past ten years, humanity has become increasingly more hostile and competitive than ever before. There is no doubt that there has been a shift in the collective consciousness of the planet. It wasn’t always like this, so then what could have happened to drive the collective of humanity to this level of depravity?
There was once a time when evil acts would be committed in secrecy, the perpetrators being extremely careful for fear of being exposed. Even if one was a practitioner of evil, there were still elements of shame and respect involved. But today however, all that shame and respect has gone out the window, and evil is on full display.
People today are even bold enough to stalk and harass those whom they despise. When in fact, wouldn’t it make better sense to avoid the people you hate? After all, that’s what normal people do. And that is not to say that hidden malevolence was better. In fact, it granted them some extra time to do long-term damage insidiously. But at least they weren’t so damned obnoxious with it.
Humanity has always been capable of grave acts of depravity, but never has it been as bad as it has gotten over the past ten years. The world is getting more and more wicked with each passing year, and it is only going to get worse over time. But what’s really happening though?
I theorize that the planet is going through an intense period of transformation, the likes of which is unprecedented throughout much of human history, and that this transformation is largely attributed to the dawning of the age of Aquarius.
The last two thousand years saw us going through the age of Pisces, an age of religious dogma, therefore an age of fantasy, and an age of ignorance and superstition, the dark ages of humanity. Ironic how much of feudalism played out during the age of Pisces, and to some extent, I feel like we are still living in the dark ages in comparison to where we should have been by now.
But in fact, I feel like we are also waking up to the reality of our human potential. Who needs some god or man to rule over us, when we can do for ourselves? This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius, an age of ingenuity, an age of artisanship, an age of innovation and creativity. Gone are the sleepy, ignorant days of the age of Pisces. We’re moving into an era where infrastructure is built to last, and the moment we can provide for our own safety and sustainability, “you’re fired!”
People who benefit from our ignorance are aware that they will become obsolete, unless they do everything within their grasp to keep us in a state of ignorance, and do so quickly. So a lot of the chaos in the world is attributed to them stepping up their game, trying to gaslight each other into believing that one is more superior, and that one will not survive without the other. This is of course all in a bid to secure their relevance because they know their time is up.
Astrologers are not certain of the actual year that the age of Aquarius will begin, but having given us a range of years between 1447 and 2150, they speculate that it may have already begun, or may begin at any point over the next 150 years.
Although the world started descending into a state of chaos around 2017, the peak of human depravity was seen in 2020 during the pandemic and the George Floyd protests, the lowest point of humanity thus far, but still not the absolute worst, oh no. That day is yet to come.
If 2020 was not the beginning of the age of Aquarius, it definitely marked the beginning of the end of the age of Pisces, and humanity will continue to slowly descend into depravity for the foreseeable future, until we have completely transitioned over into the new age.
This process is necessary to weed out those who are still stuck with the notion that you should work till you drop, just so you’d be able to afford useless junk to impress people who don’t like you. When in fact, the age of Aquarius will be an age of ingenuity and creativity, building things with long-term benefits that serve others, building things that last.
What’s happening now may be necessary to weed out those who are obsessed with power and status, but once the separation process is complete, it will be well worth it. What we can do is to be an example to help encourage others to join us in helping to move things along a bit more smoothly.
We can cope with arts and the humanities as most of human civilization had before during times of trial and change, this is nothing new. Although we must remain patient and trust the process, we can pace ourselves in how we discover our own purpose in the storm, this is why I write.
Finally, if the process will truly be completed in 2150 as predicted, then none of us will live to see the completion of the transition, but we can choose to create a legacy that will allow for history to remember us favorably.
Welcome back to The Buckinchere Transcendence. Today is Sunday, February 2, 2025, my first article for 2025. I hope you all have had a restful and recuperative solstice, as did I. With that in mind, now is the time to get back on your purpose.
2025 is the year to honor your passions, whatever they may be. My personal goal for this year is to continue discussing existential ideas, especially as it pertains to social interactions within society, but with an added feature.
I will also be incorporating a monthly review of novels, short stories and other forms of creativity. The review will be posted on the last Sunday of each month, and I hope you all will thoroughly enjoy it. Now, on to the topic at hand.
Nostalgia is tempting. You leave your childhood hometown behind, along with all of its familiarities, and venture out into the world at large in pursuit of finding your purpose. At first, it’s really rough to get a leg in the door, but after a while, you kind of get the hang of it.
Your secret haters are exposed, you make friends along the way, and in the process of all these happenings, you finally figure out who you really are on an individual level, and you also discover your niche.
You have an awesome job in tech, a cool new ride, a swanky new pad, a hot new girlfriend, and more cash lying around than you thought was ever possible to see during a single lifetime, or so it feels to you based on where you are coming from. Things are going really great for you right now. As we say in Jamaica, “life finally ‘gree wid yuh.”
After many years of hard work and discipline, you finally get a holiday weekend and decide to drive back to your hometown, just to visit your folks and see how everybody is doing.
It’s been so long since you have last seen the folks back home, “I bet they’d be really glad to finally see me again after all this time,” you think to yourself while packing your suitcase. “And I bet they’d be proud to learn of my accomplishments.” Ah yes, nostalgia is tempting, isn’t it?
You load up the car, pack some snacks for the long trip ahead, and drive six hours and three states away from your current city. When you get there, everybody is all smiles at first. Old grudges seem to be forgotten, and everybody seems really happy to see you again.
Of course they are! It’s only the first night. But don’t worry, the honeymoon will be over by morning, and even if old grudges really are forgotten, a new one is brewing under the surface, one that is deeper than you could ever imagine.
You suddenly find yourself constantly at odds with them. You are constantly walking on eggshells, unable to appease them, and they are constantly taunting you with it. You know it’s not really about the way you hold your fork to eat. But what did you do? You’ve only been back for one night after years of absence.
“Was it something I said? Is it because I missed Thanksgiving last year?” You wonder to yourself. Perplexed, you decide to visit some of your old high school buddies, hoping they’d be different, but everybody and their brother is throwing shade your way. You finally decide to visit your ex, and she’s the worst of them all. Nostalgia may be tempting, but isn’t so sweet after all, is it?
You’re puzzled as to why everyone is acting so strange, but it’s only after you return to your new life that you are actually able to view what happened through an objective lens. You have a moment of epiphany when it finally dawns on you that maybe, just maybe, it really is the suit and the car after all.
You can’t believe it! How could they all be so shallow? I mean, after all, it’s just a material possession that you cannot take with you to your grave. Perhaps you didn’t know them as well as you thought you did.
Because if you did, then you would know that the folks back home are nothing more than some lowbrow normies who are just out to defend the status quo of their little community, and they wouldn’t mind sacrificing you in the process if it means that they can cover their tracks.
I know you may be tempted to overthink it, but don’t. There’s nothing that you could have done differently. They are what they are, and you just didn’t know any better, that’s not your fault.
What is your fault is if you know the truth and keep going back and revisiting old situations from your former life that no longer serve you. Be it old towns, old friends, old jobs, or old relationships.
The reason why they were all acting so strange is because they envy you for rising above their measure of your worth, and also for surpassing them. They should have been focusing on their own self-improvement instead of slandering your name all over town, but they didn’t. Your success exposes them by comparison, and that was when they all collectively made up their minds.
You see, they knew that it wouldn’t be too long before you started growing nostalgic, that you started longing for the comforting lies of the past, and that is exactly what they were all banking on.
Unfortunately, you unknowingly fell right for their little trap, and they were able to regain access to you much too easily. They made you come to them of your own free will. How much easier does it get?
With that access, they were able to shame and guilt you for your new life, and your new self. The goal was to make you grow to hate your life, to make you dumb yourself down to a state that is more palatable for their taste, whether or not they were conscious of it, and nine times out of ten, they knew exactly what they were doing.
The advent of social media doesn’t really help matters much, because it creates a world where privacy concerns are consistently diminished.
“But that doesn’t make any sense,” you may be wondering. Oh, but it makes perfect sense. “Well, don’t most families usually chastise the underachiever?” No, that only happens on television, with very few exceptions in real life.
Most families and communities consist of normies who themselves are underachievers. Wouldn’t it make perfect sense for eccentrics to chastise underachievers while normies chastise overachievers?
Your biggest problem is that you didn’t know who you really are. If you knew, you wouldn’t have accepted certain jobs in the past, nor would you remain in certain relationships and friend groups, taking abuse from others.
If you knew who you are, you would easily be able to see how the folks back home really are by contrast, and by default, weaponized nostalgia would have no effect on you.
I get it! For much of your life so far, you genuinely thought you were one of them. They even had you acting and thinking like them. But even then, they knew you were different, they just didn’t want you to know. So they proceeded to gaslight you, then sat back watching as you tried to impress them, knowing that you don’t know the truth about yourself.
They were hoping it would be that way forever. But you unwittingly exposed them for what they are when you continued to evolve regardless, and their fragile egos simply couldn’t handle that.
You gave them the benefit of the doubt, due to your benevolent nature, but they are not the same as you are, they operate from a place of group think. They understand that one of you simply does not fit, and they respect the law of compatibility, to which they actually have a point in that regard.
Those of us who are talented should do the same, find others who are eccentric and like-minded, and stick together. Form an impermeable shield, build a kingdom, and kick anybody out who doesn’t belong there. You were born to stand out.
The more you ascend into your new life, the more you will strip away the hard, protective outer shell, which is your ego, and become more of who you really are. This will happen naturally, and without thought.
The first step ahead is to divest from dereliction. Every time after that when you are reminded of who you used to be, and who you allowed to be around you, sweet nostalgia will turn into an intense urge to purge your guts. Or you might just smile and shake your head, depending on your personality. But no matter what you do, never return to old towns, jobs and relationships.
On Tuesday, November 5, 2024, history was made when the American people went to the polls. Donald J. Trump made history as the first former president to be elected president for a second non-consecutive term in office, effectively making him the 45th and the 47th president of the United States.
Not only that, but Trump also made history as the first impeached president to be elected to office, and one with pending felony charges at that. The U.S. presidency is no stranger to scandals. From the 1972 Watergate scandal under the Nixon administration, to the 1998 Monica Lewinsky scandal under the Clinton administration, scandals seem to be the White House’s middle name.
But never has there been the scandal of an impeached former president who is elected to office with pending felony charges, yet it happened two days ago at the time of me penning the initial draft of this article. What does that say about the popularity of Trump’s political opponent?
It was a close race, as Harris wasn’t that far behind Trump. With her receiving 47% of the votes, it was almost a stalemate. Even then, it wasn’t enough. Trump won the popular vote as well as the electoral votes.
Speaking of the electoral college, the GOP regained control of the senate, and they already had control of the House of Representatives from the 2022 midterm race, so Trump will have smooth sailing passing any bill he wants without opposition, all the odds are tipped in his favor.
All this is good for Trump and other wealthy Americans, but what does that mean for the average working-class American? They still have to work and pay bills. They still have to keep food on the table and send their children to school.
They voted for one presidential candidate or another, hoping for change, and they honestly believe that one of those candidates will actually improve their lot in life. Pity they fail to realize that they are two wings on the same damned bird.
It’s still the same system, but with two different faces. What would Harris have done differently that Trump wouldn’t have done, or vice versa? They are ultimately in it for themselves.
One of the primary reasons why “woke” people still vote despite knowing all this to be true is because their preferred candidate supports their political ideology, while the other candidate opposes it.
People who want to work a job indefinitely, or permanently live off free government handouts generally tend to vote democrat, while those who are more entrepreneurially inclined tend to vote republican, and rightfully so.
Because historically, left-winged candidates tend to promise to create more jobs and fund more social services, while right-winged candidates tend to support businesses. That’s why under Trump’s “America First” policy, he promises to bring all the manufacturing jobs back home from China. That is the selling point of his campaign, and one of the main reasons he was re-elected.
People with small businesses would jump at the sound of that, while large corporations who actually profit from outsourcing American jobs would weep, hence why they say that Trump is anti-establishment.
That’s why they came up with those trumped-up (pun intended) felony charges about him paying hush money to the porn star Stormy Daniels, to bar him from seeking re-election, and it didn’t work even though he was found guilty.
Trump was undoubtedly saved by his connections and his billions, because we all know that if it was “Jack the plumber,” they would’ve already buried him under the jailhouse. I think Trump will probably give himself a presidential pardon after he resumes office, but in the meantime, they will not rest until he is sentenced to serve time in prison, or at the very least, impeached for a third time.
If you really think that Biden or Harris are the ones in charge, then you deserve to suffer the consequences of whatever you believe. She is nothing more than a stupid figurehead whom they installed as the face of the socialist left, and only because they know she is easy to control.
It’s the people behind her who are pulling all the strings. A small group of men who have managed to infiltrate the American system through various international connections, and will be referred to throughout this article as The Oligarchs. They are not interested in money, they already have enough of it.
They are inherently authoritarian in their approach, all they want is power. They want to run the show, to be the movers and shakers of society, and above all else, they want to decide who becomes a success, and who remains a failure.
The reason why they are oligarchs is precisely because they are of the rigid and draconian belief that only a select few people within society should become successful.
They have double standards and they play favoritism. Only those who pander to their agenda will be rewarded for it, everybody else is expected to serve their lot in life, but that should never be within a democracy such as this.
This is not Europe where you are either born a serf or a noble, and therefore doomed to your lot based on what family you are born into, or how much land they own. Nor is this badmind Jamaica where even down to your own relatives will shame and sabotage you just for being eccentric, and having the potential to improve your lot.
This is the land of opportunity, a place where dreams become a reality, and everybody wants to come here so badly, some even going so far as to risk their lives by climbing over the Mexican border fence just to improve their lot in life.
A place where despite all its troubles, it is still the best place on earth to live. Because only in America is it possible for you to have a couple thousands saved up in the bank today, be living under a damned bridge by tomorrow, yet become a billionaire by the end of next year (it’s not easy but it’s very possible).
And so, no one has the right to decide what your lot should be, except you. If they don’t like you, tell them to go fuck themselves. Any bird brain who is pompous enough to think that it’s their choice to dictate how your life should turn out is an enemy of freedom, and by default an enemy of America.
If you have natural talent, use it to pull yourself out of a rut, or do some soul searching to figure out what that talent could possibly be, because your dream of making it big in your chosen field is more likely to be possible in America than any place else on the planet.
When you vote left, you vote, not for Biden, Harris, or any other figurehead they install to distract you, but rather, for the oligarchs, and their authoritarian socialist agenda that is rooted in senseless greed and envy. The more likely you are to vote republican, the more likely you are to be patriotic, and an ally of freedom and civil liberty.
So yes, Make America Great Again. When you went to the polls on Tuesday, you chose to vote for the capitalist free market, and the great American press. You chose to vote for freedom of speech, freedom of expression, and the right to bear arms.
You chose to vote for the idea that we the people, in order to form a more perfect union, can take our country back from the establishment, and give it back to the American people.
But ultimately, you chose to vote for yourself and the right to practice your natural talents. Because there is the left wing and the right wing, but both wings are on the same oligarchal bird, and it’s ultimately up to you to save yourself.
“The function of being left-handed is an eccentricity in and of itself.” – B. Lorenzo Buckinchere
It is commonly known that throughout all of human history, most people write with their right hands. While there are some who are ambidextrous, being able to use both hands. This is what is considered “the norm.” However, very few people are entirely left-handed, and these are the ones who are considered weird.
If you are left-handed in 2024, thank your lucky stars that you were born at a later time. Because, for much of human history, left-handed people were brutally ostracized by society. They were accused of being witches and devils. Some were even burned at the stake.
Some school teachers would even go as far as to corporally punish left-handed children by beating them in their left-hand with a ruler, until they learned to write with their right hand. This practice went on until as late as the 1990’s in some countries.
The idea being that they would be unable to write with their left hand if doing so hurts from receiving a beating in it. This is all due to the fact that a lot of people have average minds, and their fear of the unknown doesn’t help matters much.
Instead of admitting that they simply don’t know the cause of something, they try to explain it away with their limited understanding of the world around them, and their egos would not permit them to do otherwise. This is very dangerous thinking, especially when there are children who are dependent on you for safety and sustenance.
But now, we’ve got it made. Never has there been a time such as this to be alive as a left-hander. With thorough research throughout the decades, and the public being better informed, almost all of the scrutiny we face today has been switched from physical harassment to verbal criticism.
Any comment about a left-handed person being a devil has since been reduced to a mere joke. A mean joke, but a joke nonetheless. We have come a long way, but we are still not there yet.
A lot of left-handed people suffer from low self-esteem, depression and suicidal ideation due to this misunderstood quirk of theirs. Just because the ostracism we face has switched from physical to verbal harassment doesn’t mean that it’s any less painful to bear, just not life-threatening, that’s all.
If you are ambidextrous, then do whatever suits you. But if your left hand is all you’ve got to work with, then it doesn’t help to go against the grain of your nature, as you will only end up driving yourself mad.
The thing to do is to embrace who you are, then try to understand yourself better. For starters, let’s discuss what causes left-handedness in the first place. Studies have proven that left-handers are born that way due to genetic luck, coupled with brain chemistry.
If the brain chemical leans to the right, one would become left-handed, whereas if the brain chemical leans to the left, then one would become right handed. This is something that happens as the unborn embryo is developing inside its mother’s uterus. Therefore, he has no control over it.
There are even Ultrasounds of the embryo unwittingly sucking its left thumb over its right one, or vice versa. Further observations of involuntary hand preference have been noted postnatally, during infanthood.
I also think it’s worth noting that being left-handed comes with intellectual and even emotional quirks, and not just physical. Left-handers are more likely to be creators and innovators.
Think about some of the greatest minds of our time, and throughout history. Innovators such as; Einstein, Tesla, Newton, Gates, Winfrey, etc. All of them have that one eccentricity in common that gets them in the door to the club of exclusive winners.
Left-handed individuals are more likely to pursue careers in creative fields, such as music, writing, painting, sculpting, inventions, etc. Which is befitting our personalities, considering that the function of being left-handed is an eccentricity in and of itself.
This is due to the fact that our brain chemistry leans more towards our right brain, which is the creative brain. Apart from that, some left-handers tend to enter politics. Notable left-handed presidents include; Reagan, Bush, Clinton and Obama. All of whom have served at some point or other within the last forty years.
Today, some left-handers have taken the liberty of celebrating their left-handedness as a quirk, or an eccentricity, rather than a mark of the devil, and I am one of them. I am B. Lorenzo Buckinchere, a left-handed journalist and author, and I approve this message.
