High School Reunion

I was not able to make it to my ten year reunion. I had planned to attend… I was going to show up in my school bus, and after the official party ended I wanted to take people bar hopping in the bus. The bus was my undoing. One of my neighbors, whose head is so far up his rectum that he watches his ulcers grow, called the police and complained that my bus was lowering his property values. The police were rather firm that they could not wait the four weeks until I was coming out for the reunion, and I was forced to fly out two weeks early. Not being able to afford more time off and the additional plane tickets, I was forced to skip my reunion.

I can share with you the short note I provided for the reunion book…


The first thing I did after graduation was return to the mother ship so I could go home. I had run the gambit of American education and now knew volumes about the subjugation of the masses through the illusion of education. Unfortunately I found that Area 51 had been turned into a Six Flags Great America and the mother ship into a twisted version of Epcot. Elvis was working the crowds and Jim Morrison had his own booth in the gaming area.

Lacking a way home I decided to go native. In an attempt to blend in, I attended college. Here I found that my earlier studies had only been an introduction to the malevolency of the American education system. The colleges of ‘education’ were an evolutionary step in preventing over-education. William Harris, US Commissioner of Education in 1899, would be proud. (see Zendik Farm, issue 50, “How School Started“) Innovative thinking is punished while conformance guarantees success, of a sort. Since I had no way to report my studies I decided to end this self-torture. I fled seeking a more hospitable climate.

I became a ‘Corporate Paid Computer Hacker’ with the official title of ‘Court Wizard’. This provided the flexibility I needed to preserve my sanity and save me from complacency. I also managed to avoid monogamy and progeny during these days and those that followed.

Even though I was free from its more insidious entrapments, I soon became tired with the entire American culture and decided a trip through time was the necessary medicine. I sought and found a way to return to my favorite period of human history, that brief span of years that passed from the Medieval to Renaissance periods of the European Colonization Project. It seems that a large number of humans enjoy re-creating those periods of history in which education was rare and survival a matter of luck. (Perhaps an offshoot of current educational practices? Note for furthur research.)

By infiltrating these groups I was able to find a comfortable world to live within, while financing my adventures with my ‘hired gun hacker’ persona.

Perhaps this world should be opened up for no other reason than its recreational potential? After all, I’m having a blast…

And that’s how I spent my summer vacation.
Can I go home now? My brain is full.

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