A Liberal Arts “Education”

image Today's Millennial retard is attending university for 4-8 years of their life, and many (if not most) are leaving with no skills whatsoever at all. And that's because they attend overrated liberal arts schools which offer nothing practical at all. Outside of regurgitation, being politically correct, socially acceptable, culturally sensitive, texting on a cell phone, looking at Facebook and Instagram, playing video games, and jerking off to porn... today's college grad leaves university with ZERO skills!

As I’ve said on past shows… most of these millennial idiots are getting into fields that are highly overcrowded, and generally, a waste of time. Let’s use Law as an example. Law schools are ridiculously overcrowded, there are way too many attorneys in this country, and the field is now overflowing with interns that work for free. And let’s remember that these people went to “school” for 8 years to get that “prestigious” law degree and now have over $200,000 in student loan debt. 

But what gets me is that these millennial retards act like they’re owed something by the rest of society. What these kids need to realize is that they made poor decisions because their idiot boomer parents gave them terrible advice pushing them into some shitty school wasting 4-8 years of their life, learning nothing!

You Millennials need to drop this entitlement mentality you have… society doesn’t owe you anything asshole. No one owes you a dam thing! Most of you idiots came from middle class and upper middle class families. You were  raised by weak parents, and weak white men that babied the living shit out of you. They turned you into selfish little monsters, and didn’t make you earn a dam thing in life. They fucked up… and you fucked up!

However, I will say that they shoulder more of the blame than you do. And by “they” I mean your parents and the weak adults that surrounded you your whole life and steered you in the wrong direction. As we all know, a boomers answer to the future for their children was, and still is for a lot of parents out there… to take out student loans to attend some overrated thought controlled mind-prison system called a College.

Again, they fucked up and they continue to fuck up. Come to grips with that, be a man, learn from their mistakes, reject their horrible advice, stand up strong and move on with your life!

*More on this from Fox Business News…


(Fox Business News) I’m constantly hearing from folks – particularly young adults – having a tough time landing a decent job, let alone developing a career with long-term potential. In nearly every case they got a useless degree, dropped out, are unwilling to move to where the jobs are, are just not driven to do what it takes to be successful or were duped into thinking that making it in the wonderful world of Web 2.0 is like falling off a log.

Let’s talk about why that is, starting with some very low hanging fruit: useless degrees. In this day and age, what in the world inspires so many supposedly career-minded young people to take on ginormous student loan debt to obtain liberal arts degrees that haven’t been in demand since resumes were done on typewriters? And where are their doting, or maybe the more accurate word is coddling, parents in all this?

I understand that maybe these young adults are into literature or causes, but are they also into greeting people at Walmart (WMT), editing content for peanuts, dumpster diving for food and living hand-to-mouth for the rest of their lives? Or maybe they’re just taking the easy way out, or so they think.

Here’s the thing. Ten years after graduation, median salaries of students who attended elite liberal arts colleges are far lower than – as much as 50% lower, in some cases – those of students who graduated from equally selective research universities, according to the Wall Street Journal and data from the U.S. Department of Education.

Now that’s a real shocker. Who would have thought that students from Stanford and Harvard University, which crank out future technologists and executives by the boatload, would fare far better in the real world than their liberal arts counterparts from the likes of Swarthmore and Oberlin College?

Look, this is nothing new. When I was a kid back in the dark ages, my folks loved that I read a lot but they loved my interest in science and math even more. They weren’t geniuses, mind you, just working class people who wanted their kids to have the opportunities they never had and a chance for a better life.

Sure enough, my brother and I both ended up getting graduate technical degrees, but while I spent the bulk of my career in the high-tech industry, my passion turned out to be marketing and I’m now a management consultant and a writer. And get this, my brother got a calling early on and became a minister – a damned fine one at that.

Meanwhile, a brilliant coder named Bill Gates and a finance wiz who goes by Warren Buffett ended up giving billions to help make the world a better place. The point is, you don’t need a liberal arts degree to become well read, a good writer, an inspired man of God, or the most prolific philanthropists the world has ever known.

Granted, an English major can someday become an airline pilot or a neurosurgeon, but you just don’t see that a lot. If we’re going to send our kids through years of college and they’re going to be burdened by crippling student loans, don’t we at least owe it to them to provide some counseling in the realities of supply and demand and the basics of personal finance. At least then they’d know what it takes to pay off their debt, have a fulfilling career, and achieve financial independence, all of which are pretty darn important.

Funny how much whining we hear about income disparity and technology eating up all the jobs, but I’m a baby boomer and, even way back in the 60s and 70s, my poor parents knew enough to guide us into fields where the jobs were. And those fields have not changed. In that sense, surprisingly little has changed.

I’ll tell you what has changed, though. Two things.

First, there’s all the misplaced hype around dropping out of school to become an entrepreneur and follow in the footsteps of the likes of Gates and Mark Zuckerberg. Well, if you’ve got their talent, be my guest. But I’ve been watching the Theranos controversy and, while founder Elizabeth Holmes did drop out and she does wear the same black turtleneck uniform every day, she’s no Steve Jobs, if you ask me.

Second, starving writers are the new starving artists, courtesy of the digital economy, Web 2.0, the blogosphere, social media and user-generated content. Everybody talks about how easy it is to start an online business, but if it’s got anything to do with generating or marketing content, you’ve got about a billion competitors out there doing the same thing. Funny how nobody talks about that last part.

Since this is the point in the column where I’m supposed to tell you who’s to blame, let’s get that over with: Coddling parents, an education system that provides no practical real-world guidance whatsoever, young adults taking the path of least effort, and an overall preponderance of utopian thinking among all of the above.

In other words, everyone’s to blame. And yet, none of this is rocket science. Too many people are making bad choices based on misinformation and foolish ideals. Simple as that.

7 Comments on A Liberal Arts “Education”

  1. Rich, Great Article! In high school we had a program called BOCES. Part of the program was for retarded kids while the other was a vocational school. There was a negative stigma around the program and it wasn’t really offered to or even discussed with most students. The kids that did take part in the program were often “problem” children or were assessed by the school counselors as those who could not make it in college. Looking back I wouldn’t have mind taking part in it and it’s pretty fucked up how trades which produce viable jobs to society are shunned by most school officials.

    About seven years after graduation I met up with a classmate who had done just what you described and was stuck with no job, no marketable skills and $125,000 in debt… at 25 years old! I met up with another classmate who had gone to BOCES to do HVAC and was making a comfortable salary, had bought a house, a truck, and was looking to branch out on his own. Skilled jobs are out there, but require just that, skills.

    With few exceptions there are limited reasons to go to college as opposed to a vocational school. The first is if it offers a form of certification which allows one to directly enter a productive field (medical, finance, education, engineering ext.). The other is to learn about specific topics which support ones current or future field. An example of this could be a plumber taking a business or web design class to help grow his business. These classes can even be audited for a fraction of the cost, so they don’t get the official credit but they get the knowledge, which is supposed to be the whole point of higher education.


  2. Observations from the rocking chair:

    Today’s new ‘Factory’ worker are not producing hard durable goods to the world, but are toiling in service sector ghettoes paying off student debt.
    30 years ago, America was the leader in quantity and quality of high school diplomas. Today, our nation is ranked 36th in the world. Despite this grim fact, higher ‘learning’ or rather, College Diploma Factories boom.

    College enrollment has increased per number of HS grads.

    1965 – 6.39%
    1970 – 8.58% (draft effect)
    1990 – 13.81% (deindustrialization and gravy train expectation)
    2000 – 14.25% (bad parenting)
    2015 – 20% ( ? you’ll have to explain this one to me)

    My parents managed to buy a small house that needed a LOT OF WORK.
    My dad would come home after a hard days of physical work and at minimum a hour (both ways) on the miserably crowded turnpike (garden expressways were not yet completed). He never worked any construction but knew how and planed and sanded the floors, redid the kitchen (plumbing and electrical), dormered the roof sticking a 2nd bathroom and 2 bedrooms in the huge attic space.
    I was his gopher until we got to the attic, by then I acquired the skill of hammering nails without leaving half moons, pull and strip wires without nicking them and could staple not puncture insulation batts and competently sand taped drywall.
    We would talk, he’d plan out the next phase asking me and my brothers what we thought, hear us out then with a booming laugh joke “well ok, it’s your money”.
    We were his junior partners in the project.

    The outdoors phase which came a year or two later requiring dump trucks of gravel and soil spread, old obsolete drainage ditches (public street sewerage drains were now in) filled in then bushes and other shrubbery transplanted.
    It became my summer calendar, up and at it when he left for work in the morning. It wasn’t long before other commitments real or invented left me alone on the task.
    My day ended shortly after his arrival home, he’d survey the progress, offer suggestions, instruct me on proper usage and tool care.
    One day after a terribly frustrating day slipping and sliding in the muddy ditches after a night of rain and day long drizzle falling far short of my schedule. When he came home and surveyed the days progress, embarrassed by my own effort resorted to a whine about ‘why do only I have to do this”. Rare anger momentarily flashed in his eyes(WHOA!), looking away saying “Because” then turning back looking in my eyes down into my inner soul he gently explained, “YOU CAN! and YOU WILL!”.
    Then grabbing a long handle shovel he waded in to one of the ditches and started to repair one of the embankments. I followed with my shovel quickly trying to match my handfuls to his bucketfuls of gravel.
    A few minutes later we were talking like always, but on these sort of damp days I knew his back was aching. He didn’t show it, but I could feel it by that symbiosis that exists only between a father and a son.
    When I was very young we were at the beach, after a day of chasing us on the beach, in the water, swimming and body surfing instructions, setting up the drum cut down the middle barbecue, he was lying by his self on a blanket. I was trampling my way over when my mom clothes lined me and said give your dad a break, he has a ‘boo boo’ in his back. I sneaked over and with my little hands started to rub his back, I musta startled him and he grabbed me in his arms and asked me what I was up to. I said just I wanted to make him better, and how did it happen. That was the first time I heard that funny word “Korea”, it was a faraway place where he fell on the ground that was very hard and full of rocks.
    It was much later when I learned of that forgotten war and what the paratroopers had gone through. What was even more remarkable was how a boy from the mean coal fields of Pennsylvania would come to be in a place like that along with equally rugged guys from another far way place called Canada, fighting for their lives. And this would wield a strange trail to a beautiful young girl who as a kid rode to school in the winter in a komatik which was a sort of sled pulled by a team of huskies.
    Later, fresh out of St Johns finishing school, her first job would be on a military base in the corner of a wilderness called Labrador.

    The other time rare anger flashed in his eyes(WHOA!), was when I was drafted. With the cockiness of youth I assured him I would take care of myself. Again looking in my eyes down into my inner soul he gently explained, “ANYONE BUT YOU! YOUR TOO GUNGHO!”. Confused and trying to defend myself he cut me short and declared, “DO YOU THINK I DO NOT KNOW MY OWN SON!”.

    Then he went on about how those pussy ass politicians stopped them from dropping in Laos and Dien Bien Phu highlands to save the French paratroopers. “I do not care about any subjective right or wrong, in this world there is a brotherhood that extends a maudlin anguish for them.”
    “Now 15 years later they want to replay their sick decaying grandeur vicariously through MY SON.”
    “My only consolation is it robbed the chance of your mother becoming a young widow with young babies far from her home.” “But, if something happens to you, I no longer feel that consolation.”
    I cannot put in to words the deepness of the connection, the understanding of his helplessness of the situation and what he relayed to me that night of a father to a son.

    As the summer progressed so did I, the property was starting to take shape and every days advancement towards completion could clearly be seen. Some days when he arrived home, he’d wave me over to the car and say “get in let’s you and me take a break.”
    Down route 22 to a stewarts road side stand, one of his buddies owned, them and their couple of beers, me and my root beer and baked pretzel. I don’t know what the hell they talked about and their jokes went way over my head, all I knew , it was just me and the guys.

    No working on Sundays, it wasn’t a religious thing as much as it was common courtesy allowing for a complete break from the sounds of work for the sounds of family, friends, and good neighbors.
    They’d say to him,”Joe, property is coming along really fine”, he’d point one of his huge mitts for hands my way waving me over and say, “oh that’s juniors handiwork”. When he referred to me as junior, he was damn proud of me. I tell ya, it added at least 2 inches to my short ass, and a confident strut. I’d get to hang with the men for a bit,I don’t know what the hell they talked about and their jokes went way over my head, all I knew , it was just me and the guys.

    As summer finally ended, I finally finished.
    He asked “What would be a fair price for your labor?”
    “Hot dawg! A Sears Model 25 22 rifle”.

    As far as I can recall, my father was not much different than most of the men back then.
    Just your ordinary Joe.

    All my summer jobs were alongside men, I didn’t do what they did nor earn what they earned. But they were always around, young and old intermingled.
    Most of us graduated High School and again, went right to work alongside men.
    Then we were drafted and fought alongside men.

    By the time my kids hit the age of working summer jobs and part time jobs, there were whole industries built around teen labor producing a teen job ghetto.
    Many went off to college while many into this thing called entry level jobs which were nothing more than mall, sales and service jobs with 20 something managers and assistant managers etc.

    Reflecting upon it all, I realize there are generations that have never left the exclusive company of their peer groups, ever.
    Their main influences have been their government baby sitters “teachers” and their own peer groups.
    Parents handed their children’s development over to someone else through TV, school, sports club, or religious organizations.

    That is why I fully support Rich’s call for a new cultural revolution, war on the weak white male, the need for positive mentoring as the only way out of this mess.
    “Back to the Alpha”.
    For this to come about yes, you need a degree of POWER THROUGH DISCIPLINE.


  3. I would attest that the university system produces very little of value in the liberal arts now and agree with the writer. Far too many people are entering into college without a goal in mind, picking an easy major thinking that once they are done they can get a cushy 40-80k job, and then finding out too late (3 and a half years in usually) they got swindled and would have to get a masters to be competitive or work somewhere irrelevant to their degrees (sales or a human resource position).

    We need a massive overhaul in our universities, our understanding of them and really our culture. We need to encourage more hard work in high school and elementary school instead of this coddling of our youth.

    Simply put, we have our work cut out for us. Time to get involved locally and force our local education system to change!


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