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By
Dash
Dead Rebel Of The Week
~ The Honest Working Man ~
The real Dead Rebel is the honest working man; the kind of man who lives and breathes by the punches on the time clock, works his years in a working man’s atmosphere, and knows his hard work will pay off in the end with a pension plan that will see him through until the end.
Long gone are the days when the average everyday man only had to work 8 hours in a day, punch in and punch out, to provide enough for his family. But now, lo and behold, the damn government wants to start stupidass wars in El-Bumfuck, Egypt, over oil. Wars that, in turn, run up prices on everything from gas to Budweiser (it has to be trucked in, you know). So, these days the poor honest working man has to work more than average overtime just to pay for the fucking wars, through our tax dollars and the higher cost of living, which would never have started IF we had just kept our noses in our own damn business. But now Mr. Honest Working Man is confronted with bullshit red tape items such as bigger bills for the necessities in life such as transportation and groceries and high interest credit cards, which he sometimes has to use in order to bail him and his family out of hard times. That’s the real killer of the honest working man; the money you work so hard to make never seems like it's ever enough. It is a vicious cycle that will never end. Now, I realize that no one held a gun to Mr. Honest Working Man’s head to try to keep up with the dishonest Jones’s on the little luxuries that have come along. But give the son of a bitch a break. It’s life. And life is to be enjoyed. Fuck anybody who says you have to live in misery and without the little pleasures that you work so hard to earn.
In the meantime, this dumb bastard has to take on a second job to pay off his fucking child support. So now our hero has to work 16 hours a day just to fall behind the status quo. But wait, all is not lost. No, not by far. One fine day in better times, our hero comes across a really affordable deal on a secondhand car stereo, something he’s wanted forever. And he decides to put this stereo into his beat up junker because that is where he spends most of his off time - going between jobs! He’s not even a full week into enjoying his used little treasure when some sorry motherfucking incestuously spawned bastard comes and smashes the window and steals the car stereo, even without the removable faceplate in place. The honest working man is now dead inside. It seems there is nothing left to live for. Yea, it’s just a stereo, but it’s also a principle that really matters, a symbol of having that one moment when he was ahead of the pack. It seems like everyone has their fucking grubby little hand in his pocket and it’s neverending. But there is no retaliation for this seemly small act of thievery, like you see in big budget Arnold Schwarzenegger movies.
So, while this dumb s.o.b. is at work, he begins to notice small activities that his coworkers are involved in. One guy is chatting on his cell phone; another sitting on the computer, sending emails to his boyfriend. The secretaries are on the phone with various loved ones or shopping on-line. The shop foreman thinks he is a stockbroker and spends more time looking at stock prices than encouraging the subordinates to work rather than sleep on the job. If they are that tired they should be sent home or fired. But, of course, the foreman is as useless as a penis on an old man without Viagra. The shipping and receiving/delivery manager is more worried about planning side trips to see his kid or mom or boyfriend to actually get anything picked up or returned. Unfortunately, these kinds of things are not uncommon these days. What a fucking pity. Again, here is the honest working man staying true to his rebel roots, by doing what he believes in – actually working for the few dollars he earns without stealing time from the company.
So, by now you are probably asking yourself, “Why is this dumb bastard a real dead rebel?”
The answer to that is that the old school Honest Working Man is few and far between now. Where we once roamed the earth in herds of many, and where our way was the daily way of life, we are now dead. Dead to the point of getting no respect, being lumped in with the lazy bastards who don’t know what it means to work for a living but still take home the same amount as we do at the end of the week, and working our lives away in jobs that give us nothing in the end because some crooked CEO asshole decided to take our money and buy an island in the Caribbean with it. The honest working man is breathing his last few shallow death rattles, shaded by the Grim Reaper. The few of us left in these end times refuse to conform to the MTV induced age of being a slacker and continue to stand on our own. We’re not afraid to work for the few dollars we bring home, even if they aren’t worth what they once were. We don’t whimper a cry for help. We are the ones who still believe in community, and the ones who defy the Me Generations of shitheads who have infiltrated our society from the top, all the way down to the bottom feeders. We still scrounge to carve out a niche where others can follow. But most importantly, the Honest Working Man will leave his mark on the world by telling the world to kiss his ass. He will not stand down. He will not conform. He will do as he pleases and if the world doesn’t like it then it can go fuck itself.
I, as one of the last living Honest Working Men, am here for what is right.
You may be able to take away my way of life, but you can’t take my pride or dignity. It’s mine and will forever be mine to own. Without interest.
