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Capitalism, suffer for it – live to decompose inside of it

Posted: December 9, 2015 in American Dream, Amerikan Empire, Amerikan nightmare, Amerikan prison gulag, bad death, bad jobs, bars, begging, bill paying scams, buisnesses, bums, capital, capitalism, celebrities, chains of mental slavery, churches, class, class struggle, Class War, college education, corporate media, corporations, crime, criminal neglect, criminal traps, criminality, death, dignity, economic warfare, elite universities, elites, empire, executive good paying positions, fines and fee charging scams, flim-flams, fortune, frauds, gangsters, good paying blue-collar jobs, government, government handout system, government ploys, hard lives, hard work, Harvard, hells, history, Hollywood happy endings, homelessness, honor, Honore Balzac, hunger, inequality, infernos, inflation, injustice, Ivy League universities, jobs, Karl Marx, kickbacks, labor, legal bribery, losers, lumpen class, military, military recruits, misery, money, monopolies, odd crap jobs, opportunities, overwork, owner class, petty crime, political bosses, political concessions, political economy, political submission, poverty, prisoners, private property, production, profit, property, prosperity, rent collection, revolution, salaries, security, self-defense, sell-outs, service sector bad jobs, sickness, slavery, small business owner class, social class, street busking, street fighting men and women, street hustling, survival, sweet death of opiate addiction, taxes, temporary work, the Earth, the people, the poor, the public, the rich, the State, the wealthy, third world countries, trades, traveling, underemployed, unemployed, union bosses, university scams, vagabonds, wages, wages slaves, war, wealthy muggers, work, work struggle, working class
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We all possess the marks of our future corpses.

We are all truly homeless, for our final home is in realm of extinction. We humans now survive inside the hells of our previous creations. One of our current hells possesses the name of Capitalism, and it respects no one – except those of the fortunate few who possess grand quantities of capital, or money. And ultimately, we all must fend and forage for our basic survival. All alone we decay, every human for him or herself, as we all will die – alone.

The author of this blog has traveled to many nations and regions across the globe, and in the end, he cannot do another voyage. Capitalism was everywhere triumphant, the terrible poverty was all around: the street children sleep on every continent. The poor people just gave up the ghost, and lied down the streets – waiting to die. It was too much to experience.

Among this actual terrorism of poverty and misery, there were always a few super wealthy people that lived in multiple story apartments, or in mini-castles of twenty-five rooms surrounded by severe walls with thug security. Legal trades and illegal trades, no outsider could tell where those elite crooks had made their loot money. But like the famous French writer of the nineteenth-century, Honore Balzac, quipped, ‘behind every great fortune, are even greater, hidden crimes.’

The other wealthy muggers across the world have represented the agents of the State, or the government. Those bum parasites comprised top politicians, high military officers, media moguls, and a few sell-out, good selling celebrities, added for public taste. All of them mixed together to bake the infernal pot of injustice, pride, inhospitality and sociopathic greed.

I write from the entrails of human history’s most notorious world empire. Some Americans continue to say that we don’t have terrible poverty rates, as those third world countries. There is even a smaller group, yet a substantial one, who certify that the Amerikan Empire is still the land of opportunity, and that us complainers: ‘need to get a job, grab the work ethic, or even, start are our own businesses.’ If our hard lives were only that easy…

Those brainwashed Empire supporters believe that every American comes with 25 grand in capital, to either begin a college education onto the path of prosperity, or embrace the hard work struggle in attaining the American Dream.

For most of us, we see the current Amerikan Nightmare – with no rainbow over the clouds. We won’t fall for the Wizard of Oz, Hollywood story happy ending. We know that the hideous mark of the wage slave is upon our foreheads.

Karl Marx successfully predicted that as Capitalism encroached within every corner and crack on the Earth, the entire political economic system would transform into more outrageous distortions, operate faster and faster, and create profit scams over every conceivable material object on the Earth, and even devour and cannibalize its own worker ants. At least Marx was right about a few things.

Capitalism under its contemporary, global monopoly stage, operates under the whims of the global rich elites with the government apparatus, State enablers. Those two teams are always united and banded together, and continually wage war against the rest of the world population.

The political hacks like to harp on ‘democracy,’ but there is no democracy in the workhouse of Capitalism. Capitalism is one of the most heinous dictatorships existing in our contemporary life.

The corporate directors-owners and their political buddies simply parasite off our lives. They hire us without work contracts or make us sign flim-flam ones. They also expect us to arrive to the work site on their time, so they can suck the life out of us during their scheduled work day.

The owner and his family clique can leave work whenever they want, nonetheless, we the workers have to stay on the job and finish our ‘shift.’ We do have unpaid lunches however. Is it not ironic that they want us, ‘laborers,’ to give them at least two weeks notice before leaving, yet they can fire at us at will anytime – and for any reason?

As Marx also stated, the most pressing actual war for all of us is the class war. The political-economic rulers have declared a most vicious war against us. Have we then, opted to fight for our own survival, and stand on our duty for own self-defense?

A few have. But most of the human population has resigned themselves to wage slavery. Most of those people will remain wage slaves for the rest of their lives, and they have lost their final shreds of dignity and honor – nor do they particularly care.

A few others have gone the route of vagabond-traveling, street busking, or even begging on the streets. At least those jobs are tax-free. We might not like their methods, but they are the intelligent ones. They know that there is no future for them in this unjust world. The owners can simply wait and collect the profits, while they laugh at the multitude of unemployed, underemployed and pathetic wage slave losers begging for work.

Recently, I took a crappy retail job because I needed the money – in order to pay rent, utility bills, health bills, auto bills, food bills and other miscellaneous fines and fees, inclusive of the taxation scam. Not surprisingly, I worked for a dishonest and disreputable lowlife, and here is the punch line: I received the same hourly wage that I earned 20 years ago, when I had worked at other crap service sector jobs. After so many years of 5% annual inflation, living costs have more than doubled – yet I was receiving the identical wage from another historical epoch!

The working class is dead, and never to rise. The owner class has successfully eliminated most of the good, blue-collar jobs, except for a few, well-paid professional services. The good job list has included donut cops and prison guards, university-college and hospital administrators, government bureaucrats, corporate attorneys and corporate accountants, doctors in private practice, skilled repairmen, the electrical maintenance fields, software-hardware engineering, master mechanics, plumbers, builders and welders, the specialized trades in transport-distribution-oil-mining-gas work, and of course, all those executive positions in the banking, financial, real estate and insurance scam services. Did I forget sports and entertainment celebrities?

The other lucky ones with good job opportunities are the ex-high class students, graduates of the Amerikan liberal, elite universities, such as Harvard, Yale and Princeton – and sometimes inclusive of the other Ivy-leaguers and the western false-ivies, such as Chicago, Northwestern, Rice, Berkeley and Stanford. Most of those ex-students, the favored alumni, are the common exceptions to the bad job, debt-wage slavery life.

Marx referred to the lowest social class under capitalism, as the lumpen proletariat, or the ‘lumpens.’ The rich, wealthy elites are transforming all of us into this class. This social class of people implies the lowlifes who perform the odd, temporary work, crap jobs for cheap money.

This low class of people hangout in bars or churches, and they often drift from town to town, or even become home bums. The real dishonest ones move into petty crime, such as fraud and street hustling, bank robbing, shabby gangster scams, or they manipulate the government handout system in order to grab a little ‘free government money.’ Those fakers especially like ‘disability’ payments ad infinitum. Many lumpens end up locked away in one Amerika’s numerous prison gulags – or they sell their body-soul property to the US military.

I remember the other recruits in my military unit. They definitely did not represent the ‘well off.’ Some were in the military because the judge gave them the choice between ‘service,’ or the ‘lock up.’ Others had different kids from different women. Some dudes just had no good prospects in life – they were from the low breeding of bad luck: urban or rural poverty. Was it not absurd that the lowest social class became the main assassins for the US Empire of Sociopaths, meaning that they were fighting for the actual elites – who had originally destroyed their families through low wages and criminal neglect?

There is no Revolution on the way. The union bosses, like their politician bosses, are on the legal bribe and kickback system, and they actually earn salaries similar to corporate executives!

No matter what the Marxist sect nut jobs scream, there is no class consciousness, since many of us sleep, defecate, eat and drink alone. We must resign ourselves to the bad death through overwork or criminal neglect from no work.

Capitalism is on the one-way, death grip – tightening real hard. This utterly rotten system will create a more horrible, intense burning Hell, which awaits for all us. We can expect periodic homelessness, hunger bouts, and falling into sickness.

Meanwhile, the prison doors remain open – and once the guards usher us in, they will lock us up forever. We will eventually die there, like so many other elderly prisoners before us and after us. Some of us have opted for the sweet death of opiates and other hard drugs – hoping to die quicker than expected.

Once we see the lying politicians, of whatever political persuasion, speaking about offers of phony economic-political concessions – then watch out! This is one of their criminal traps and ploys to scare us into submission. But this does tell us one thing – they are the ones scared and weak.

Street fighting man or woman – grab your gun! Better to lose our mental chains. We shall die with dignity and honor.

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Cutting down the Restaurant Dependency

Posted: July 9, 2014 in abuse, Africa, alternative, Amerikan Empire, aristocrats, Asia, back kitchen, bad attitudes, bars, bartender, bouillon, bourgeoisie, busboys, business ventures, cafes, capitalism, capitalist division of labor, care, cash, cereal and vegetable diet, cheapness, chefs, China, cities, class based diets, class position, clubs, coffee, comfort, community, condiments, conspicuous consumption, consumption, cooks, coops, copping free drinks, corporate, culinary skills, culture, customers, diet, dining ambience, diseases, dishwashers, dives, divide and conquer, eating out, eighteenth-century, elites, elitism, ethnic restaurants, Europe, family run restaurants, fees, feudalism, fine dining, fine foods, fine restaurants, food consumption, food cultures, food idolatry, food markets, food service, food wholesalers, foods, France, French Revolution, fresh foods, freshness, front staff, global capitalism, gluttony, gourmet, Hangzhou, hard drugs, healing, health, health inspectors, hearty diet, herbs, hiding money, high worker turnover, home cooked meals, hospitals, hosts, Ibn Battuta, illegal immigrants, illnesses, inheritance, institutionalization, Jewish merchants, labor, legal theft, local dishes, lower classes, main courses, managers, Marco Polo, maritime spice routes, markets, marks, meat and fish diets, megalopolis, menu, microwaves, money, Muslim merchants, out of town visitors, overpriced drinks, owners, Paris, peasants, petit bourgeoisie, plate presentation, plates, pre-prepared plates, preps, price gouging, private cooks, profit, profiteering, public health, restaurant hells, restaurant options, restaurants, restaurer, reused food scraps, rich and lazy, savage capitalism, scams, sensuality of food, servers, service industry, service industry workers, shared kitchens, sickness, side dishes, slave wages, small business owners, smells, soups, South China Sea, South Seas, spices, staff, stale foods, stalls, stealing, Sung Dynasty, table d'hôte, tastes, taxes, ten course meals, the art of cooking, the rich, the wealthy, thirteenth-century, tips, travelers, traveling, unclean dives, uncleaniness, under the table work, upper classes, veggie cooperatives, waiters, workers, youth hostels
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The wonders of feeling served, cared for, and looked after represent some of our greatest life experiences. Even when we are physically ill, good rest and wholesome care help us to achieve that piece of mind and marvelous plateau of comfort. These actions display the gifts of unconditional love and they can eventually lead to true healing.

One of the most brutal aspects inside the culture of modern capitalism has been its perversion of such care. Whether they have the names of ‘health care, culinary centers,’ or ‘festival parks,’ capitalism has mugged and institutionalized the older enchantments of strong familial relations and community bonds into their profit-making enterprises.

These institutions have even gone farther into the crimes of legal theft and profiteering. The occult history of restaurants actually began in China during the 1200s, and for our modern restos, in France during the 1700s.

On a rough day in 1760s Paris, a coarse gentleman was clumping in the thin, narrow, cobblestone and nasty dirt, medieval streets of the city. The season was the beginning of an early winter in late November. The cold air was dead with frost, yet whips of cool wind fury could brutally bite the toughest soldier. He was also walking during the ratty, early morning hours. The sky had possessed an overcast grey muddy tinge that led to more foreboding.

The man wore his black hair in long locks with a tail at the end. He was clothed in an overcoat, a vest, a white blouse shirt, and unlike other wealthier men at the time, had on worker pants, while his long black leather boots covered his lower pant legs. He was of medium height, mostly clean-shaven, except for a permanent stubble on the chin and cheeks, and his face had that look of deep thought mixed with the pains of human suffering. He suffered from a mysterious illness inside his belly, a common ailment for that historical time.

He was actually walking to a ‘restaurant,’ a specialized medical dining hall that would hopefully ‘restaurer,’ or restore his health. There were a few in Paris, and this one was famous for its large spoon and bowl over the front door that advertised its palliative care. In those days, they still didn’t use numbers for specific addresses.

When he finally arrived at the care place, there were already a group of men, women and children sitting at the common table. The common table had the name of ‘table d’hôte,’ or the host’s table. He sat down at the end and already felt a nagging feeling.

The hostess suddenly slammed the large soup containers, hard bread, and salt in the middle of the large wooden, dirty table. The center mass of sick people began to hog the soup for the best choices of boiled chicken scrap, ‘bouillon,’ or broth, and seasonal cooked veggies. The bowl went around the table and so the people at the ends had to deal with what was left over. Eating at these places was often a surprise, since the meals often sat for a long time in large pots over the kitchen fire. Such was the ‘pot luck’ in those days. The tired man ate his food and paid his usual cheap ‘écus’ for the simple fare.

He also noticed some out-of-town travelers from the provinces at the table. The hostess charged them the ‘traveler’ fee, which was more expensive. He felt lucky in that he was a ‘Parisian’ local and knew the going rate. Until this very day, many restaurants are notorious for trying to fleece and legally rob unwary customers and out-of-town visitors.

This type of restaurant lasted until the French Revolution of the 1790s. By the beginning of the nineteenth-century, the 1800s, unemployed cooks that had previously worked for the parasitical ‘aristocrats’ began to advertise their culinary skills. If they had any capital, they could open a ‘restaurant’ for the ‘bourgeoisie,’ or upper class, owner-elites. These elites wanted to taste the exquisite plates from the previous epoch of sensual-gluttonous, aristo dining, represented by ten course meals.

The cooks offered ‘menus,’ or selected plates for the day at fixed prices and at certain eating times of the day. The cook owners cut up the tables to make sure there was greater privacy for the paying diners. Such was the birth of the modern restaurant that still spits out its notoriety.

Fine restaurants have continued to thrive as the ultimate conspicuous show of elitism and consumption. The wealthy elites can eat the ‘fine food,’ and enjoy the restaurant ambience, while they thumb their noses at the lower classes that cannot often afford to dine out.

Restaurants would soon perfect their harsh, capitalist division of labor. First came the owner, then the day-to-day manager, next the hot cook, or main cook, ‘le chef,’ and later, the front staff, waiters and hosts, or ‘serveurs.’ and finally the rest of the back staff – busboys, prep and assistant cold plate cooks – and the lowly dishwasher-general cleaner. But in China, five hundred years earlier, the restaurant existed as the extension of the spice and food market.

During the Sung dynasty in China, around the 1230s, this political dynasty had constructed a new capital and market center called Hangzhou. Hangzhou was not an ordinary city for those times. This megalopolis sold every type of imaginable fish, meat, vegetable and fruit – and most importantly, herbs and spices. Within the massive market, the traveler could find Muslim merchants coming from their routes in Africa and Asia, and even well-traveled Jewish merchant traders resided in the city. Famous world travelers visited the site, such as Marco Polo and Ibn Battuta. The city was also the most populous city in the world with over one million inhabitants.

Within the canal and urban jungle labyrinth of markets, buyers and sellers, the visitor could taste the culinary wonders of the world. The majestic stories were quite famous concerning the beautiful city on the lake and the green hills surrounding it. The wonderful foods, tastes, exotic sights, stalls, markets, herbs, smells, and spices enchanted Europeans accustomed to the harsh medieval cereal, legume and vegetable diet.

European elites began to desire a more refined table and palette, and they also wanted more culinary art diversity and a regular diet of diverse meats and fishes.

Local food preparers in Hangzhou prepared stuffed dumpling delights, and mixed noodle and soup plates. These European elite desires for the gourmet plate led to the colonial sea race in order to find another maritime route to India, China and the South Seas, (or the South China Sea lands of Malays, Siamese, Khmers, Laos, and Annam-Champa, or Vietnam).

Six hundred years later, elite Europeans would become the colonial-imperial curse on the Earth. European elites had idolized the sensuality of food over the healthy and hearty diet of the European peasant. The display of wealth and class power had trumped the warm feeling of family and community around a simple, yet tasty fare.

Our modern restaurant is the sacred symbol of food idolatry, small time savage capitalism and the fraudulent display of class position. The resto ultimately serves the rich and lazy that refuse to cook for themselves. The elites want the culinary arts that come with money, yet they refuse to do the labor. Someone else must labor, and labor mercilessly, in order for the money people to enjoy the experience – and the profiteering.

This vice is especially true for the restaurant owners. They might know a lot about food, and a few might even have worked as chefs before, but their main hankering is for a profit, or taking advantage of the mark, or customer, and the laboring staff. If this means buying cheap, genetically modified wholesale food for consumption, leaving out side dish food in metal canisters with plastic wrap for over a month, charging triple prices for cheap drinks, or even taking half-eaten food scraps and putting them in the general use bins – they will do it. The restaurant owner truly wants to make a profit, not feed humanity out of love.

Some restaurant owners have never done kitchen work in their lives. They simply inherited the joint from their parents, or as small time capitalists, they went into restaurant work because they thought that the money would come quickly and easily. They often hire their friends and buddies from previous business ventures, and who also know very little about food and drinks, to manage the dives. Woe unto the service workers that have to deal with these restaurant hells. If the city health inspectors really did their jobs, they would close those rancid places down.

US Restaurants often attract the most vicious, petty, mean, and cheap bosses from the small business owner class, or the petit bourgeoisie. Due to the heavy use of cash, the restaurant racket, like construction, can easily hide the underground economy, or ‘under the table’ money, from the government. In America, the owners can get away with paying a slave wage to the front staff, since the marks, or the customers, are partly required to pay the servers’ wages through ‘tips.’

Also in America, restaurants like construction, hotels and cleaning services, are the mainstays in hiring illegal immigrant workers, In restaurants, they all tend to work and stay hidden in the back kitchen. If the kitchen workers complain, then a call to the Immigration Service will suffice. I have even seen with my own eyes, Latino-mestizo workers from Mexico, Honduras and El Salvador doing the hot cooking in varied ethnic restaurants, such as Indian, Japanese, French, Ethiopian and Thai places!

I have my own personal work stories. When I was younger, I only worked in the back kitchen as a dishwasher for the desperation of needed travel money. I usual bolted when I had made enough cash, or the managers just fired me for religiously taking my breaks. I noticed that many of the young cooks were serious hard drug addicts and a few even sold hard drugs from the back doors.

The waitresses also acted nasty and rude. There were some serious infighting and petty hatreds between the cooks, hosts and servers. The restaurant boss had successfully used the old divide and conquer strategy. No wonder coffee was always free to the wage and tip slaves. Worker turnover was always high.

The workers often counterattacked by making deals with the bartender, including sleeping with him or her, in order to cop free drinks – after the lazy owner went AWOL from the job. The cooks stole copious amounts of food for their own late night deep-frying. The petty and pathetic servers with bad attitudes even made fun of the regular customers to the other staff, who generally ordered their usual meals and drinks – and yet tipped those assholes well.

Some Anarchists counter the anti-restaurant arguments by arguing in favor of vegan-cooperative ventures, or small, family owned restaurants and ethnic food enclaves. But these restaurant options suffer from the same diseases of capitalism – making more money.

If all restaurants use funny money, than they have to make some base profit in order to survive. In family ethnic restaurants the bosses are still bosses and often demand that all the workers share their tips with the owner, which is one of the last holdouts of feudalism. In order for alternative coops to make money, they have to cut corners too, and especially with food freshness. Vegetarian-vegan hipster cooperatives are often the worst abusers of reusing old breads, rice, millet and quinoa, and nuking pre-prepared plates, often made a few days ago, inside of their multiple microwaves – so much for freshness.

If a regular customer that likes to go out to eat and could see inside the actual kitchens and operations of restaurants, then he or she would refrain from visiting them regularly. The real issue, and especially for us Anarchists, is not succumbing to the vicious culture of global capitalism. We continue to pay the servers through our tips in order to help a cheap small business owner make a profit.

We could do the cooking labor at our homes, or at someone else’s house where the fare is often better than the resto variety. At least we know the freshness content of the food we are using. Cooking is also an art, and it is open to all of us humans, since we all do art in some form. Eating out is quite expensive too.

In our contemporary world, we cannot simply avoid restaurants and ban them completely from our lives. But we can cherish those special visits and occasions at our local eating place with family and friends and during festivities.

For those of us that travel, we often have no choice in the matter. If we are in a foreign country, then we would also want to try the local dishes. Youth hostels offer a good option for travelers since most of them have shared kitchens for guests.

We should always remember that the modern restaurant began as an informal medical place for the sick. If we are alive and still healthy, then let’s control our own food consumption and share the cooking within our own families and among our own small, friendly communities.

 

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The feelings and thoughts about lost times, years never to recuperate – those mental pains are some of the tortures that regularly accompany the living.

I distinctly remember one of my first years of graduate school. We grad student representatives, dressed in our khaki pants and ugly university t-shirts, had hosted a party for the incoming grad students inside a small and dirty, multi-use student lounge. The grad students had to show their flimsy identification cards in order to enter, while ‘the party’ featured stale bread, Wal-Mart cheese plates and super cheap wine.

All types of grad students entered the premises. I saw haggard women in their sixties just getting degrees for the sake of degrees and loud mouth kids barely out of their undergraduate studies who embarrassingly got drunk like they were at a frat party. There were also lots of rich foreign kids from China, India and other Asian countries, and some really peculiar specimens representing the melancholic diversity of human misery entered at the door.

I spotted a small, balding homeless man with dirty clothes. His physical, facial profile resembled a cross between a hallucinating mental patient and a twisted pigeon that one finds crapping off urban ledges. He did not talk and let off weird noises and grunts as he devoured the cheap cheese and dip snacks. I spotted another forty something male, wearing all black clothes. He was large, fat, had bad acne, a dirty black pony tail, and he smelled funny. The man just sat alone and was talking to himself, nursing his plastic glass of cheap wine, and then he would suddenly break out in a cackle to himself every once in a while.

As I was chatting up some foreign grad student women, a young man in his mid twenties with smeared food on his chin, suddenly interrupted our conversation and began droning his words at us. He wore glasses, had brown hair with white specs in it, and his speaking rhythm was quite slow. I felt terribly sorry for the rude chap even though he interrupted our conversation. After talking at us about some innocuous subject, he then straightaway said his good byes and left us.

I later became a madman too. I continued in graduate school for five more years, torturing my mind relentlessly, until finally receiving my very own, funny doctoral papers.

After receiving that ‘degree,’ I needed three more years of post-graduate school detox in order to mentally break free. It was no coincidence that I moved into Death Studies, Thanatology, towards my last years of doctoral studies.

For years after receiving my PhD, the doctoral useless degree in history – or whatever history or the humanities, I nourished a harsh mental concoction of both betrayal and anger.

I wasted six years of life involved in such a struggle – all to receive the highest degree possible. My doctoral degree has also become the unending curse of my recurring unemployment. The lucky ones escaped early before their torturous exams and thesis dissertations. They became bartenders and a few even made some real money – unlike me.

Nor do I have any friends from my long graduate school period – and I was not the only grad student to experience this. I stayed on because I thought that I needed a doctoral degree in history in order to become a historian. I now know that I was wrong.

This essay is for those historians of heart and soul who want to know the truth in order to become true historians. Historians free from the American graduate school curse.

This essay will explain the mystery in becoming a historian without having to endure the fetid dumpster of graduate school. The free-spirited historian has to go through ten levels or historical exercises, also called ‘the method,’ before reaching the historian peak. Anyone with a love of history, curiosity and basic intelligence can do it.

The first skill embraces simple freedom. For the historian, he or she completely rejects the graduate school scam and the lowlifes that congregate in such spaces, which also includes the professors and administrators. I use the word lowlife because most grad students are not your typical hard-working and talented subset of workers and artists. They are exactly the opposite.

Most graduate pupils are weird, petty, pathetic and extremely annoying. Many grad students are incapable workers and cowardly misfits that cannot hold positions in the real world of labor and suffering. For them, grad school is a safe option where they can do meaningless work on the government’s dollars, or in the case of the private universities, on the scholarship of a rich benefactor with dementia.

They soon ‘work’ with their tenured professor advisers that both love and hate them. The professors are just as cowardly as the grad students, which explains the love and hate dynamic between them both. Meanwhile, the university administrators break into vicious smiles. They are the real ‘brains’ behind this degrading university industrial complex.

Grad teacher pay is terribly low and the university admins just adore them. This is because the administrators can pay slave wages to a bunch of spineless graders that will pour through hundreds of college student papers without one word of complaint. Every succeeding academic year, a new crop of academic screwballs enters the academy for more self-abuse. The supply is endless, and the administrators know this.

The university scammed me brutally, and all I received was a piece of paper giving me the pathetic title of ‘doctor.’ Yes, I am a doctor, but for being so intelligent, I was also quite stupid in sacrificing six good years of my youth for such nonsense.

Imagine having to endure six hard years of such abuse for collecting a simple piece of paper. Very few grad students can successfully charter the American university cesspool, while guarding both their integrity and dignity in the strong box. Most graduate student drifters entered the college halls as sublime losers, and they will leave grad school as academic wackos. This terrible, cruel world of demeaning experiences is no place for the art of history. History has nothing to do with such horrors. Just stay away.

The real, actual and true historian can birth him or herself through reading lots of books and visiting libraries, archives and museum collections. This represents the second level and the Method: a love for reading and writing. This method does not mean the despicable skill of ‘academic writing,’ which is the best sleeping pill around. The method embraces all types of writing: poetry, prose, essays, letters, theater, cinema, song and installation art.

This love of books and writing leads into the third level for a historian: a curiosity about some past culture. The historian might have an interest in the lives of Roman imperial soldiers, or the sexual mores of the French Renaissance. The diversity of the world is completely open to all interested parties.

The historian needs to see what the encyclopedias say about the Roman military or French social customs during the 1500s. With this general information, the historian now has linked terms related to a particular study, such as Roman campaigns, martial poetry, French marriage customs, and French gender relations in the early modern period.

The fourth level is when she or he types the links on scholar.google.com or Academia.edu and can then see some of the recent historical monographs, (books), or articles on the topics. The budding historian can save those linked works, download copies perhaps, and he or she now has a working bibliography of secondary sources, or books and articles on the original topics.

Now one has to read the different articles and books. The historian does not need to read every little thing from each article and each book. Most books are actually compilations of different article chapters.

Like a good historian, read to browse. Look at the chapters, read the introduction, so as to get the general feel of the work. Next, read the chapters that interest one first. Later, look at the index section for page numbers, and the reader can devour the book for the pertinent info from the index themes. Read the conclusion, which often summarizes the introductory themes and perspectives.

The historical reader must look at the source bibliography for each work. One will notice that the authors tend to use certain sources, both secondary and primary, (primary meaning actual historical works from the period that the historians had studied). This is the fifth level and the hardest part is now over.

The struggling historian will have to categorize all of the sources according to perspective, or ‘paradigm,’ (the author’s method in looking at history), and the publishing year. This historical process has the name of historiography. This is the sixth level.

The writer now has an annotated bibliography, meaning a bibliography of articles and books with a few lines next to each source explaining the paradigm and perspective of the author. For example, some authors might focus on institutional changes in the Roman military rather than the social lives of soldiers. Another author might emphasize women’s history when discussing the sexual and marriage relations of the French in the 1500s.

The seventh level is finding the historical works from the period that one is studying. He or she will have already possessed a bibliography list of translated primary works from the anterior readings of secondary sources. Once the historian has read over thirty secondary source history books, primary source manuscripts, and various articles, she or he has thus transformed her/himself into a historian scholar.

The eighth level is the actual traveling around. Talk to the locals, listen to the songs and local radio, walk ancient winding streets, taste and smell the foods and drinks, experience the festivals, feel the airs, gaze at the moon and stars, touch the earth, visit historical ruins, climb the mountains, visit museums, libraries, and the actual historical archives. Ask the archive staff if a reader can consult some of the original sources from a particular historical period.

The historian wants to get into the mindsets of the people he or she is studying and make the historical connections between the people of the past with their contemporaries. Some cultural traits radically changed, while other cultural values only changed slightly. For Roman soldiers, the writer will need to read Latin and visit various parts of Europe; while for French social customs, the reader will need to understand French and visit France, Wallonie Belgium, Luxembourg, the Swiss French Cantons and Quebec.

Read the archives not as a transcriber, or a paid copier-notation taker; but instead, read for the omissions and additions in the ancient documents. Ask one’s self these questions: who were they writing to, why did they write such documents, how did they organize their documents, and what were the general historical contexts surrounding the documents. The good historian reads between the lines. Organize all of the notes together between the archives, primary source copies of ancient manuscripts, and secondary, regular history book sources, both monographs and articles. This is the ninth level.

The tenth and final level has the historical reader writing essays, journalistic articles, or even a book. The historian now possess interesting and marvelous discoveries that birthed from all of the previous historical research. So congratulations, one has steadily become a free and independent historian.

An honest historian doesn’t need to devote one’s whole life to such a pursuit either. He or she can live as a painter-historian, a car mechanic-historian or an attorney-historian. The person must simply begin with the love, curiosity, and ultimately, have the self-discipline to use the method.

The budding historian ought to never fork over ‘tuition money’ in order to receive ‘a cheap, useless and titled paper.’ The revolutionary historian achieves his or her dream through the art of reading, interpreting, visiting, traveling, investigating and writing.

It takes a lot of discipline and a self-effacing love to conquer the art of history. Any fervid lover of history can carry out such feats. The art of history moves with the freedom to read, travel and write – never selling one’s soul to one of the most heinous scams in global monopoly capitalism – the Amerikan university.