We. Are. Robots. -- A Rant.

Teachers indulge in this annoyance that I find particularly short-sighted. Here, caught in a school system clinging to the inverse proportion between social intelligence and a greed-driven technological potential for control, we have a generation of kids who have seen more cultural novelty than perhaps every previous generation combined, a culture inundated from birth deliberately with chemicals, violence, sex, and beyond hours of brain-numbing television, every possible conceptual option one could ask for via the internet --anywhere, at any time-- sitting in a classroom with some old professor giving them the disapproving stare because they are not engaging the material like they used to: with some vague notion of the wonder years pizzaz. We didn’t decide to flush the untamed human spirit from the emotional lexicon. How is this our fault? With public education systems which --worldwide-- relegate anything but technologically based avenues of learning to some one-room broom closet orchestra with a mural behind it class, I’m personally amazed students arrive in post-secondary education with the ability for any sort of intuitive lateral ability at all, and you’re giving us the generation eyebrow because we’re not as lively as you used to be? I don’t know about my friends, but my brain works in a holistic fashion. You cannot subject an entire generation of people to what functionally equates to city after city of electromagnetic sludge, and the trance-like depths of right-brain overload, and expect too much. I dunno about you but I grew on up on TV. How about this: if you were content enough to hand us a world run by clandestine corporational exploitation you didn’t bother to address because fiat bankers were too busy throwing free credit at you, then why don’t you quit the complaining and just shove the information down our throats like the robots we are?