Interesting, you had no problem insulting entire demographics of people, implying that entire classes by definition aren’t “intellectuals” despite the vast amount of knowledge contained in the working class. Why does it offend you to know that you aren’t particularly intelligent - below average, even?
Think of it this way. I am one of the “grunts” that you detest so much, who you think should always be beneath the managerial class. I have paid off my house at 30, I have a beautiful partner who I love. I advocate for the working class in my personal life. In my spare time I read a lot, largely in my (quaint, but very much still there) home library. I really do like my job, and I feel like I’m compensated fairly.
You are a guy who sits on the computer, performing jobs for clients you hate, who you can never relate to. In your spare time you advocate that the managerial / technocrat class should always be above and superior to manual laborers (“grunts”) who provide you your livlihood, always making more money. You are probably single.
Who is the intellectual in this case? Who is the sucker?
You have no idea who I am. You know nothing about me.
And that you are a grunt was very obvious from the start. I just chose not to accuse you of that, because it’s beside the point.
Whether or not you paid off your house is also completely irrelevant and having a partner does not make you more right.
I don’t advocate for anyone. I just try to explain to you, that having responsibilities should pay more. That’s a very simple truth. That you’re trying to divide the working class purely for your own gain, just so that you are part of the true Scotsman of the workers, is a very clear sign that you don’t understand what you’re talking about.
We are all hookers, but you think that being the street hooker makes you better than the fancy brothel hookers in their offices. And that’s frankly pretty pathetic.
I feel bad for you. Trapped in a kind of Jekyll and Hyde relationship with yourself in which half of you wants to vaguely advocate for progressive ideals, but he can never know peace because the other half of you can simply never stop being a sneering, self-entitled aristocrat whose satisfaction comes from looking down his nose at people
Interesting, you had no problem insulting entire demographics of people, implying that entire classes by definition aren’t “intellectuals” despite the vast amount of knowledge contained in the working class. Why does it offend you to know that you aren’t particularly intelligent - below average, even?
Think of it this way. I am one of the “grunts” that you detest so much, who you think should always be beneath the managerial class. I have paid off my house at 30, I have a beautiful partner who I love. I advocate for the working class in my personal life. In my spare time I read a lot, largely in my (quaint, but very much still there) home library. I really do like my job, and I feel like I’m compensated fairly.
You are a guy who sits on the computer, performing jobs for clients you hate, who you can never relate to. In your spare time you advocate that the managerial / technocrat class should always be above and superior to manual laborers (“grunts”) who provide you your livlihood, always making more money. You are probably single.
Who is the intellectual in this case? Who is the sucker?
You have no idea who I am. You know nothing about me.
And that you are a grunt was very obvious from the start. I just chose not to accuse you of that, because it’s beside the point.
Whether or not you paid off your house is also completely irrelevant and having a partner does not make you more right.
I don’t advocate for anyone. I just try to explain to you, that having responsibilities should pay more. That’s a very simple truth. That you’re trying to divide the working class purely for your own gain, just so that you are part of the true Scotsman of the workers, is a very clear sign that you don’t understand what you’re talking about.
We are all hookers, but you think that being the street hooker makes you better than the fancy brothel hookers in their offices. And that’s frankly pretty pathetic.
I feel bad for you. Trapped in a kind of Jekyll and Hyde relationship with yourself in which half of you wants to vaguely advocate for progressive ideals, but he can never know peace because the other half of you can simply never stop being a sneering, self-entitled aristocrat whose satisfaction comes from looking down his nose at people