Sorry moonman, the kids I’m talking about, those kids that find an open garage with beer drinking old farts working on dirtbikes, these kids have learned robotics, gearing, precision machining, suspensions, auto body, welding, electronics, computer animation, computer design, computer hacking. They have learned to tear apart and repair transmissions, tweak jet skis and learn to fly. They have learned scuba diving and soccer. They have learned to play baseball and football. They have learned mountain bike riding and dirt bike riding. They have learned to build their own kites and candle lit flying plastic bags. They have learned to create their own rockets.
What many of us need is fun. Plain and simple fun. What we find to be fun is what others believe to be work. We create the fun for people without an imagination. We will give you the mono shock that will keep your gonads intact as you educated people give it to the Japs.
We don’t have Big Mac and KFC recipes.
“We will give you the mono shock that will keep your gonads intact as you educated people give it to the Japs.”
Your obvious and bitter contempt for and dislike of someone with an education is glaring. Perhaps it is because for at least for four years of one’s life he or she had the discipline to stick with the process and get a degree. A degree that opened doors for them to develop and grow into something more than what they were before they took on the process. They didn’t quit.
I said in a previous post that dreamers without the discipline to make something of their dreams were a dime a dozen. Quitters are dreamers but without the imagination. Quitters are bottom feeders.