CIEMR
Anyone noticed?
Has anyone noticed just how incompetent every trade has become? Not everyone, certainly, but so many that it is actually forcing us into an interesting situation. Because of this general malaise amongst, like, everyone, I have had to become proficient or become an expert in almost everything.
Most recently, I tried to have my Suburban professionally tuned by an expert in the industry. This started about seven months ago. It was supposed to be a simple transaction where I buy into that company’s program, do my part, then they would produce the new “Tune” for me. Well, it still hasn’t happened, and what I have come to believe is that, that business is overwhelmed. They are very good at what they do, and that places them in demand. In demand not only by those purists seeking out the best, but also from the also-rans who just can’t find anyone around who can or actually will do the work.
This company I engaged with sent me an email sometime after I sent in the information to inform me I had made it onto the list. This list indicated I was finally in Queue to get something done. It took some weeks after that before I actually got the emailed tune, and that thing which I had waited on for months was not right. I have hence forth had to fire them and seek out someone else to help, I still can’t drive my Suburban!
Have you experienced this? Perhaps not with an automotive tune but maybe with drywall? Or plumbing? You just name it and these days before I move forward on anything I find myself researching the web about that subject, then acquiring the tools, then practicing, then finally tackling the job. The amazing part of all this process is that the work I eventually produce is often better than I would have gotten from the “Pros.”
I think we are looking at the weakest and worst generation America has ever produced. I don’t say that out of anger, more out of sorrow, but am I not correct? Now to those of you who are reading this, please do not be offended if you also are a part of the millennial people. If you are reading this it is most likely that you are a part of the rare 3% or so who give a crap and are industrious and good at what you do. The Phil’s and Shawn’s, and Kens and those like you are soon to be all that is propping up this helpless, nearly useless generation of low achievers. And if you knew me you would realize the gravity of that last statement, because I love our youth and I love our country even more. I realize the future is in the youth and not in those of us holding the thing together at the moment. I think that when the experts, and craftsmen, and farmers, and hard workers give it up, then those living off the fat of the land are doomed.
In the recent years I have become an expert in all things automotive because mechanics these days are in large part, lazy, lacking knowledge, recovering addicts and shouldn’t be anywhere near something that carries precious human beings. They are in fact turning those wrenches because there are so few in the labor force who are worth a crap, are not on drugs, or expect to be paid top wages on day one with a year of paid vacation available to choose from.
I wonder how this all happened. The simple and correct answer is that the devil is very active and has engineered this over many decades and generations. He has chipped away from everything that makes us Americans, even humans for that matter. He made things so safe that now days a kid is placed in bubble wrap for 18 years then set free. I remember walking on a railroad trestle bridge over a river running from an approaching train. I fell into quicksand miles from home where nobody knew where I was. I got into fights and fought myself out of them. I worked for $1.15 an hour and picked earthworms at night and sold them for a penny each so I could save up and buy a rifle. I wandered far and wide hardly ever remaining within 3 miles of home with no one ever knowing where I was.
And yet I survived. I grew to be strong and strong willed. Having been raised in a small 900 sq. ft. house, I lived in the attic, because that was the only space we had for a bedroom. I didn’t have heat or AC and yet I survived. We didn’t always have meat on the table, so, on most days I hunted and augmented our diet for years. Some nights we dined on woodpeckers, but hey, with the feathers missing and some bread stuffing, it was a pheasant to me. I might make note that my mom thought they were dove.
I/we of a more distant America learned to hunt and to fish and orienteering, and first aid. Instead of collapsing into a pile of crying kid when we saw blood, we literally wiped or licked it off, rubbed some dirt into it and marched on. I was bitten by a dog and it was only days later when the swelling was very obvious did my mom notice and take me to the doctor. That doctor, by the way, knew what he was doing. There wasn’t a specialist for a right index finger joint problem with an office beside the doctor treating left index finger joint problems. I actually witnessed our doctor perform surgery on my father on the kitchen table. I remember him saying “We have to stop the bleeding right now.”
And you know what’s crazy about all that? I think all of that was OK. It was life, it was real. It wasn’t safe, but let me tell you, being safe robs you of a real life. You decide to play it safe and not join the military during a time of war and yup, you’re safe. But you know what else? You just missed your chance to really see what you are made of. The only person you really ever have to beat is yourself. Learn to conquer that demon telling you, “Joe, stay put, you’re safe here.” Because what he is really saying is, “Joe, look, I can manage you the way you are, but out there, if you make it, the man that comes back will be able to conquer me, and I always want to run your life for you.”
The safety thing has ruined a bunch of our kids, but so has political correctness. Let’s not offend anyone, that’s better. We have leaders like that. Just look at Governor Newsome of the communist state of Kalifornia. He can’t find the balls to say no to anybody, so now he has everybody flooding into the state and the good people living there are buried under an avalanche of drugs, homelessness, mental illness, over taxation and endless stupid policies. But, wait, there’s more…
In our never ending striving to become “good” and non-offensive to anyone we have gone crazy. And that is very confusing to the kids. You see God made kids and he made them in his image, and he made them in a way that makes them yearn for him, heck all of us are like that. We either answer the inner voice or we say, “To hell with it,” and it’s funny but that is what we are really saying because we know from the bible that the only unforgivable sin is to reject the son. But back to my point, we started by trying not to offend anyone, but we have pushed far, far past that point.
The modern day context recognizes literally everyone. Everyone has a voice that is to be respected (Bull crap flag on that one). There was a time that if someone said they want to marry a tree for example, the rest of us would think that person had lost his/her mind. But these days we try to find a way to accommodate this deranged person. You see, if you recognize everyone’s right to feel comfortable you have to accept a pretty strange and wide range of consequences.
Suppose we have a man who feels he is a little girl? That happens now, especially in havens like the Kalifornia under smilin’ Newsome’s watchful (and evil) eye. In places where common sense has flown the coup that deranged man is allowed to go into the ladies restroom and God forbid, into their locker rooms. Yea, he may be having the time of his life, but those thirty other more or less normal ladies in there are being traumatized. Let me say this clearly. We should not bend to the will of the few, but instead, accommodate the will of the majority.
If we stuck with that rule, then these fringe noise makers would be laughed into obscurity over time and get tired of not eating. A change back to what we should be would occur. Once the crazies learned that begging and living in a tent ain't making it, they may clean up and get a job. Or they may decide to dive deeper into their drug filled world and eventually perish. Either way, the problem gets fixed.
For my part, I’d rather have that sick man/little girl person be denied his sick indulgence, than to have thirty odd normal girls have to endure that and go around asking, “How is that man a girl?” Only two sexes folks. Anyone think otherwise go check the reference, the book of Genesis.
You have the safety thing, you have the misidentification of right and wrong, male and female, good and bad, and so many other things, that people are rightfully confused. Then you have fat little Johnny eating his two scoops and playing basketball when he can hardly even move, and getting a trophy after the season. He thinks he is a stellar athlete and doesn’t see what all the hubbub about Olympic athletes is, heck he could do anything they could do and still enjoy a third scoop, right? The truth is inconvenient, and on top of that parents for the most part seem to lack the courage to speak the plain truth. And if you aren’t speaking the truth, then wouldn’t that be lying? Maybe just a little one, you know so the boy isn’t offended?
But, parents, if you stayed faithful to God and truth and brought that into your home, little Johnny may have never gotten fat. Instead he may have heard once from his father, “Son, I love you and appreciate that you want to win, but the fact is those other boys are in better shape than you are and have practiced more. But, hey, let’s work out together starting tomorrow and turn you into a winner.” Regretfully, it’s easier to just say, “Yep Jonny, you’re kickin’ some serious butt out there, you’re the best.” It would have been far, far better to say “Jonny, you’re the best to me, but you have a lot of work to do before you are the best on the court, so get working at it son, and put down the ice cream.”
Can you see how our evolving modern way of life has softened our children? It has confused them and uprooted them from a foundation built on good rock. Because of this ever shifting sandy culture they live in, the youth are adrift. They are misinformed, and don’t really know what they are about, what the difference is between right and wrong, and above all, and I can’t emphasize this enough, they aren’t being taught that they are children of God, and Jesus is their king. They aren’t being raised in churches, or by active parents because those parents are distracted with two jobs each, needed to support that large home and two luxury SUVs.
And because of all of that we have a problem. Those athletic heroes (who weren’t actually) are now parents themselves and are not sure why everyone around them hasn’t gotten the word about them being champs. They are entering the workforce by the thousands fresh out of college with their philosophy degrees and their $60K debt and wondering why they aren’t hired into a director position.
They do get hired into beginner positions, but can’t cope and get fired and end up offering ketchup with your fries, but still saddled with all that debt. And still confused why it hasn’t worked out the way they were told it would. Skilled labor jobs are all but gone and frankly if it wasn’t for the influx of Mexicans and Guatemalans, and people from Honduras, we wouldn’t have anyone to lay up a brick wall, deliver gas to the corner station or food to Kroger’s. Our weak underbelly is showing and people from other nations who are tired of being hungry are kicking millennial butt to the curb.
The illegal imports actually find it easy to best their American contemporaries and in my opinion it is because the safe and confused conditions never existed for them. Nope, in places south of Texas, life is not so easy. Evil abounds, with the cartels, and the millions who support it from the farming to the production, to the private armies, to the labs and so forth to the outright corruption in government. Women grow up working hard and learning to be savvy to keep from being raped or worse. Kids down there are told they are great, but only after coming home from a day spent both at school and at some job to help put food on the table. They aren’t growing up safe, but they are growing up strong and skilled, and hungry.
For the rest of us, I guess we just continue learning new trades. I think I’m going to have to learn roofing and exterior trim, how to cut in a ceiling while painting, and now perhaps even how to change tires. Oh yea, went to Walmart to get some tires changed and they could not do it! The tire shop could not change my tires. After sitting in there for a while, I felt like I needed a shower, and might find a used syringe in the men’s stall, what a creepy bunch of people there. Hey, funny thought, I wonder how many of them had Philosophy degrees with the $60K of debt?
