snowflake baggage

We have inherited a teenage girl for a while. She is solidly entrenched in the middle of the flock. That is to say, unfortunately average and normal for this generation. I really did not want to observe the snowflakes any closer, but the trajectory she and her mom were on was going from bad to worse.

Youth is supposed to be the time of experimentation, unbridled enthusiasm, curiosity, energy, creativity and rapid learning. These attributes are much more a part of me, though my age group is ‘supposed to be’ retired and quite opposite in those characteristics.

The Kid is rather unambitious and limited in creativity, but what struck me yesterday was the baggage today’s Normies carry around.

My head continually invents things. I pull a CAN and a DO out of my bag of tricks. Shortly therafter a creation of mine appears.

If the snowflakes are presented with something outside regular plodding along with the flock, they immediately dump out their bag of can’ts, won’ts, anxieties, dislikes, apathy and fears at their feet, paw through the pile and come up without the ability to get something outside the ordinary done.

I do understand it is by design. I know it is not their fault. For goodness sakes, get any kids you can out of the government programming system before 8th grade … Better still, before kindergarten. While advantageous for unattractive leaders, uncreative willing followers will never build a strong society … or anything else interesting for that matter.

It is a bit late for The Kid. At 16, she’s racking up the participation awards, stacking up the wildly inflated A grades and fitting in to the silly, petty culture that is expected of her generation.

It quite likely is too late for our village, region, nation and world. The wolves have the sheep right where they want them. I find it unlikely that the goats can head this off.

It won’t be pretty, but the hosts and the parasites most likely have to go down together.

With a great deal of luck, the stalwart, creative human model will survive.

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Men had better be without education than be educated by their rulers;
for their education is but the mere breaking in of the steer to the yoke;
the mere discipline of the hunting dog, which, by dint of severity,
is made to forego the strongest impulse of his nature,
and instead of devouring his prey,
to hasten with it to the feet of his master.
— Thomas Hodgskin