Have you ever heard of the "Selective-Service"?
It's been a program that's been in place since the end of the Vietnam War.
Simply put, if any male in America wants to go to College
(but can't afford to pay the insane costs for tuition/housing/etc),
there are government-grants, and loans (notice how it didn't specify "government-backed" loans) that are available to pay the costs.
But... to access those grants and loans, the 17-18-year-old-boy, has to sign a statement that declares he will
"volunteer"-
himself, for military-service, if-needed, from that day until...
I signed that statement,
...realizing that it was a horrible-trap; designed to, break my spirit, and let me know that
"I"
could no longer be an individual, and that my life could and would be, directed by cold-hearted, old White-men with sinister-intentions.
I signed that statement,
because I realized the alternative would be that I was thrown, "cold-turkey" into a complex world, full of angry, duplicitous-people.
A world that my childhood had (purposefully)- not prepared me for.
I took that choice, (without reading the pages of fine-printed legalese), because I knew that understanding those words would trap me into the White-mans frame-of-mind.
I signed that statement,
and took the money
and had an excellent adventure where I learned a lot about life and people.
And in my soul I knew that I was never going to be forced into military-service because,
Fuck-Them.
And after that beautiful-experience,
I took jobs where I would never find myself caught in a lifestyle of big-money, asshole-people, and
a language of lies.
I did this and suffered, because I realized all that other stuff was designed to break-me, and the pain was just part of the reward...
The reward being;
that within the battered-shell of a,
"poor, old crazy-man, that never amounted to much"
Was the soul of a 17 year-old, that always knew what, "a righteous-man" should do.
Battered,
but never broken.