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Originally Posted by Lucem Ferre
You basically just stole my rant criticizing Elph and expanded upon it.
Either way, you should do a write up breaking down Carnival of Carnage and it's underlining Marxist attitude cause I'm too lazy to do it. The whole concept of that album is the carnival taking the violence and anger of the lower class and shoving it down rich people's throats. It's like, at the end of Kendrick Lamar's TPAB 2Pac says that one day the poor are gonna rise up and eat the rich and that perfectly encapsulates the concept of Carnival of Carnage. Which is also their most politically charged album. Not a good album though. Probably one of their worst.
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I kinda don't want to cause it's a **** version of Amerikkka's Most Wanted that has its moments but... eh. I forget, is
Beverly Kills all that political? A much better record.
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Originally Posted by OccultHawk
On the flip side, I find it upsetting when I’m judged for being so goddamn stupid in matters all things practical. I rarely meet anyone who can’t do all kinds of **** I can’t do. I respect that they can do things I can’t. It’s cool when the respect is mutual. Going from a teacher to a cook has allowed me more access with the working poor and as far as I can tell they typical seafood delivery guy is smarter that the typical teacher. When it’s 6:30 AM on a Sunday the dude with fish nods his respect when he sees us already busting our asses to prepare for the day. I might be little off point but dig this. I was a janitor when I was in college. I worked 5-9 AM before classes on campus and these supposed Marxist professors would file a report instead of talking to me if I missed their second garbage can. When I was a teacher other teachers always bitched about the custodians not cleaning their rooms. We even got emails encouraging us to report shoddy work. No matter if they cleaned my room or not I always reported they did excellent work. When other teachers bitched I mentioned that we made three times or more income. I almost always heard that doesn’t matter. Well guess what. It does ****ing matter.
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I've come to the recent conclusion that no matter how much I hate my job I very much appreciate that a decade of working minimum wage slave jobs has slowly stripped me of my family's middle class snob influence to the point that I'd honestly rather work with my sketchy loser co-workers than the kind of middle class ****s who're either self-important twats who define their egos by who they're better than or are just really ****ing boring. At least the potheads, crackheads, and non-goal oriented people I work with like to curse up a blue streak at work and don't care about doing a half-assed job. That's very important to me. I've realized that not only has my perspective changed and made me less of a snob but I really always was a low class schlub at heart who never had any business working a respectable job. I'd rather be where I belong than be where I think I'm supposed to be just to feel like I'm some kind of successful.
And **** reporting anybody. I'll deal with a **** who'll snitch on me for anything and never return the favor simply because I refuse to let myself become a person who uses their employer as a weapon against a co-worker. You can do absolutely anything around me and I'll keep your business secret because that's simply one of the only principles I have as a worker.