Jan 2, 2013
there is a frequent counter argument to my talk of burning down your cubicle existence. sheeple tell me … “but jake, without these corporations you couldn’t enjoy the life you do. somebody has to be part of the cubicle.”
look at nasa. their sheer size, funding, access, talent pool. what has nasa done lately? compare them to spaceX. look up the figures on both on wikipedia (i’m too lazy to copy paste all that crap here). spaceX is like 1% the size of nasa, but they actually built amazing, innovative, space-reaching vessels – recently. or, think about plentyoffish – that’s one guy, in his bedroom. one of the biggest dating sites out there. one guy. think about intuit, vs. mint. a tiny little startup, producing some financial tools that kick intuit’s ass all over the place. that’s space exploration, global dating, financial services. single men, and small groups of men, putting big corporations in their place.
how about the physical world, you say? complex technology?
kickstarter. look at pebble. a few dudes, got seven figure crowd sourced financing to build a cutting edge smart watch. iOS api’s, bluetooth communication, manufacturing, distribution. they are putting out a product that’s as cool and innovate as any. dig around kickstarter, there are tons more of these.
maybe you aren’t the guy to build a space mission on your own. but that doesn’t mean you have to be the assistant to the regional VP of human resource management’s diversity oversight program at nasa. one of these companies have everybody part of creating a thing, the other … is a cubicle farmer. a day laborer.
i believe in small, organic teams. teams where everybody does something meaningful, and is part of building an empire. doesn’t have to be a billion dollar empire. empire, as in freedom. accomplishment. financial security. advancement. meaning. words, other words. i don’t respect cubicle farmers. they contribute to nothing but the demise of societies. they glom on to the big machine, suckle on the teet, altogether a machine that tries to justify its existence off the efforts of a small core contingent.
we talk a lot about what it takes to be a man. just as birds build nests, we build futures. a day laboring cubicle drone builds nothing. he sucks up to his drone middle management bosses all day. he gets a paycheck. when he gets fired, he has and is … nothing.
so why do men become cubicle drones?
because they aren’t getting in touch with being a man. being a day laborer means short term security. it means getting paid even if your actual skill isn’t worth the money. if you sit in the cube for a month doing nothing but make it look like you’re working, you are probably still getting paid. it means being somebody bitch. it means having a corporate mommy, telling them what to do, how to dress, where to be, how to act. give them an allowance. set their rules. how many hundreds of thousands of dollars do all the human resources diversity management drones make, combined? what are they worth, in real life?
fuck all those people.
they are also the ones that don’t respect the value of men. they are the ones that sue because the coffee was hot. complain to the neighborhood association about the boat in your driveway. they are the overcoddled, worthless cess pool of our species.
i spend some weeks racking up 80, 90, more hours work. when do i get paid for those hours? maybe … in a month. or in a year. or in two years. or maybe never. and that’s the cost of building an empire. it’s a cost you can’t assume while driving the late model honda to the 3,600 SF house with the 3 high def hdtv’s after work. you’re maybe not able to assume this cost while living in a nice, safe, pleasant first world country. maybe you have to save up money for a year not going out, then more your ass to some third world shithole for a few years, while you claim your stake as a man. maybe, whatever.
all the workers abuses, all the executive management greed, all the outsourcing and polluting other people’s worlds with chemical waste come from big corporations. big enough to where there are plenty of drones who don’t care. who depend on the teet.
empire builders are much more often much more accountable for their action. at least, they create that choice for themselves.
i’m not the biggest of fans of the little ploys. affiliate marketing. things that make a buck, until they don’t. i like to meet people who but their head into the game. there is plenty to do, plenty to solve, innovation is moving at a magical pace. today you can be the guy who builds the next, coolest, connected smart watch. you have resources like kickstarter for funding, and linkedin to make connections, and alibaba to source things, google ads to promote your product, and whatever else. you can be your on your own, and have all the reach of a global corporation. you can build something that may last generations. if you read this blog you probably also know roosh – a good example as any. one guy, in now way specially gifted, set out to do something. he’s not world famous, he’s not rich. but he has his little empire, more than plenty for one guy.
keep in mind that this isn’t coming from a jake who has it all figured out. i was born into cubicle world, too. i had to quit that. and then i had to quit killing people for easy money, and soul search for actual purpose and things worth spending time on. i probably threw out a good ten years experimenting, with nothing but knowledge of all the ways to fail, to show for it.
but so what.
today is a good a day as any to start claiming your own life. it’s only 3:45PM right now. i banged two different chicks today before noon. cute, one 19, one 22. put in a few hours of work on my current project. strategized move to next country, scheduled for next week. situated booty in new country. bought visa. fixed some crap on the motorbike. learned ten new fucked up tonal words. wrote this blog post. and the day is barely started.