Do you want to know the biggest mistake in my life?
It was the mistake of all mistakes, the mother of all mistakes, the king daddy, the sultan, the lord of lords, the big cheese, the big enchilada, the supreme leader of all mistakes.
I thought our leaders cared.
I thought our leaders cared what we thought – we plebes, we common people.
Isn’t that what the Founding Fathers wanted? Isn’t that why they began our constitution with the words, We the People?
I was naïve.
Our leaders don’t care.
They only care in lipservice.
They don’t need to care. They already have enough people in their little clique of elites to listen to.
They come first.
I was raised like many Americans of my era to believe in the goodness of America. I was taught in third grade that anyone could be President of the United States.
And I’m sure that my third grade teacher, Mrs. Miller, believed that as well because it still was possible for a regular person to become President of the United States when she was young in the early 1920s and 30s.
But then something changed in America.
Money and the pursuit of it.
Wealthy families begot wealthy corporations and wealthy foundations, and those organizations soon came to control the government.
These corporations became too powerful.
To fuel these corporations – every corporation needs officers – the elites needed people to run them.
Thus the rise of Ivy League schools as national and international entities to run not only the country, but the world.
Our corporate titans had a different vision for the world, and that vision necessitated that not just anyone could be President of the United States.
The social contract took a hit.
The elites couldn’t afford to have regular people running things anymore.
Regular people might have too much sensitivity to the needs of regular folk.
Our elites didn’t want emotions getting in the way of profits.
So they created a New World Order focused on profits, for themselves.
In their New World Order people who attended certain schools (or who bent the knee to certain schools) would run the government and the top corporations. It was a way of ensuring that the rulers would think a certain way.
They needed quick thinking people who a) could be bought and b) didn’t ask a lot of questions.
Thus, the American dream in which anyone of independent mind could rise to the top was sidelined.
I was a fool.
I was a fool because I believed in a meritocracy. I believed, as I believe today, that the individual counts most, not the institution.
If it’s the institution that counts, then it’s possible for unqualified people to rise to positions of power simply because they attended that institution.
Additionally, every institution produces intellectual inbreeding.
That’s why you see so many of these Harvard graduates thinking the same way.
Harvard and other Ivy League institutions like to think that they have achieved diversity because they have selected people of different ethnicities, backgrounds, or countries of origin.
But there is little diversity at Harvard. There is little diversity because the people they select are run through the Harvard meat grinder.
Maybe these people did think a distinctive way before entering Harvard, but that’s not the way they think when they leave.
Harvard is a machine, a training ground, a cult actually, that grooms and cultivates their substrate in order to produce a reliable cog in the Empire’s machine of relentless profit accumulation.
The result is a tasteless, metric-loving, slick, well-spoken, cold, soulless, generic Harvard burger.
When you’ve eaten one lousy Harvard burger, you’ve eaten them all.
The problem is that they are all over the place.
Increasingly we are fed Harvard burgers everywhere, and not just at the national level.
In Texas Harvard burgers dominate our major cities. We have Harvard burgers running Dallas, Houston, San Antonio.
A slightly modified version of a Harvard burger runs Austin.
They don’t have the right stuff, and they are running the show.
Soon, if Michael Bloomberg and his Bloomberg Harvard City Leadership Initiative is successful – and it will be – a Harvard burger will come to your community.
In that event, run.
This is the way it is, and it’s difficult to convince people that our elites don’t have our best interests at heart.
Why would people believe me? I didn’t go to Harvard. Everybody knows that Harvard burgers are the best tasting burgers.
This is the predicament we find ourselves in.
Until we change the programming in society, what people believe, we plebes will be beaten down into a permanent underclass of serfs.
For our survival, it is absolutely essential that anyone through his or her individual effort, without obedience to Harvard, can once again become President of the United States of America.
I think the Founding Fathers would approve.
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