An open letter to Sallie Mae

Dear Sallie;

I am very frustrated with the “economic” norm that has become of this culture; marginalizing and subjugating the “lower” classes that are filled with people that contribute a tenably equivalent amount to society as the “top ten percent” do – BUT are inhibited by you and institutions of your kind, by that very “top ten percent” that I speak of… inhibited from breaking loose of these inhumane binds that you and that ten percent have sentenced me and my kin to! —That being said; I have experienced the learned helplessness that Milgrim taught his depressed and lethargic dogs.– Yes; you have won. You have won you contemporary Hitlers of the world; you Maos! you slave drivers! you despots! heretics! you lost and lonely dark corners of the world! The true criminals! Yes; you have won today. You have won with this “Smart Option Student Loan” — but I prophess to you: It shall not be long – your day too shall come – justice – righteousness – the table is always turning – you will one day too be free from your evil binds – you will see the light and finally be happy – of course you will not have money and will be the contemporary slave to the neo-culture in which you will be a part. But alas quand les poules auront des dents….

 

With that I regress: I am sure you will do what you believe to be right; and I will be one of your subjects, waiting for the results. As Sallie Mae has done this for over 30 years, I assume she will continue to do her “best”. So you keep on poking and prodding! Do your best! And try to find peace in all you do! — But with personal note I ask you to remember that these are people that you affect, just like your family members and friends; people that are just trying to make it in the world, people just like you. With that tid bit always in the back of your mind; I trust you will do quite a fine job.

 

I do hope the extravagantly invective, incriminating voice was not taken too much to heart; it was meant as artistically rhetorical expression to bring the point home. I sincerely do trust that you, as a human being, are a fine and respectful person; the “you” that I refer to is meant to express a feeling of immense victimization felt by the subject of the contemporary economic situation that your employer is a major cog of. “You” is not referring to you singularly or personally.

 

In Peace; for you, and all others.

a lowly client

 

I just sent this to Sallie following her inquisition for my opinion of her “Smart Option Student Loan” – this was following her rejection of my loan application - A sliver of me regrets sending this annotated hot air.

A Beautiful Moment in Mexico

I took the wheel and drove among reveries of my own, through Linares, through hot, flat swamp country, across the steaming Rio Soto Marina near Hidalgo, and on. A great verdant jungle valley with long fields of green crops opened before me. Groups of men watched us pass from a narrow old-fashioned bridge. The hot river flowed. Then we rose in altitude till a kind of desert country began reappearing. The city of Gregoria was ahead. The boys were sleeping, and I was alone in my eternity at the wheel, and the road ran as strait as an arrow. Not like driving across Carolina, or Texas, or Arizona, or Illinois; but like driving across the world and into the places where we would finally learn ourselves among the Fellahin Indians of the world, the essential strain of the basic primitive, wailing humanity that stretches like a belt across the equatorial belly of the world from Malaya (the long fingernail of China) to India the great subcontinent to Arabia to Morocco to the selfsame deserts and jungles of Mexico and over the waves to Polynesia to mystic Siam of the Yellow Robe and on around, on around, so that you hear the same mournful wail by the rotted walls of Cadiz, Spain, that you hear 12,000 miles around in the depths of Benares the Capital of the World. These people were unmistakably Indians and were not fools, they were not clowns; they were great, grave Indians and they were the source of mankind and the fathers of it. The waves are Chinese, but the earth is an Indian thing. As essential as rocks in the desert are they in the desert of “history.” And they knew this when we passed, ostensibly self-important moneybag Americans on a lark in their land; they knew who was the father and who was the son of antique life on earth, and made no comment. For when destruction comes to the world of “history” and the Apocalypse of the Fellahin returns once more as so many times before, people will still stare with the same eyes from the caves of Mexico as well as from the caves of Bali, where is all began and where Adam was suckled and taught to know. These were my growing thoughts as I drove the car into the hot, sunbaked town of Gregoria.
- Jack Kerouac, On the Road, p 268

My brisk response to “Historical Christianity, Capitalism and the Problem of Freedom”

the paradox of pure Christianity: facilitator of freedom, liberty and humanity and obstructor of marginalization, slavery, inhumanity and the like; therefore enemy of any system that was created or is run imperfectly, running with an imbalanced facilitation.

but how can a humbly non-omniscient man even create/run a social system that is not an imbalanced facilitator?

or perhaps would humanity thrive more in anarchy? – well, not anarchy but living a livelihood consciously and intentionally striving for absence of systems, guided by the constantly and humbly sought after pure christian ideals, therefore understanding all varied viewpoints of the spiritual as differing viewpoints of “God” (shall I simply propose that “God” and “spiritual” should be interchangeable in this sentence?). Could this bring social unity regardless of an absence of systems? could humanity thrive like this?

haha IS THERE ANY HOPE!?

This is in response to an article that a friend of mine wrote; I want to share his article =) I think it is definetly worth being entertained by