Chapter 1 of my sad and sordid story from yesteryear started with myself being jealous and envious of YouTube personalities who seemingly were better at life than I was, which then quickly devolved to raw envy of the farcical fifty-million-dollar fairytale of Danielle Bregoli, aka; Bhad Bhabie.
And maybe you're sitting where I was then, wondering how you’re gonna make it to next month should you lose your job, should a second round of Covid come knocking, should you suffer a major accident, should our economy take a massive dump, while the Bhad Bhabies of the world are lounging poolside, making millions off their senseless drama and useless lives.
What did I learn from the life of Bhad Bhabie? Anything of value? Personally, back in that hour of my darkest moments, I found myself suffering these 5 initial thoughts:
Thought 1 - Life is unfair and it sucks. I wasn't begrudging Bregoli's success, but 50 million dollars? How is that even possible? Should it BE possible? We have folks living on the street who’ve contributed more to the welfare of our country than this bratty little girl could ever dream of, and they have ZERO dollars in their bank account. 50 million? For what? Creating fake drama? Releasing some shitty rap songs that sound exactly the same as the 10 million rap songs already populating the airwaves? What exactly is the “Dollars per Value to the World” rating here?
Thought 2 – Along the “life isn’t fair” line of thinking, as a former musician, I know how hard the great majority of musicians have worked throughout their lives, spending years perfecting their craft, often playing for free in order to get "exposure", and getting absolutely nowhere in their career. No breaks. No prime gigs. Very few fans. The world is filled with amazing and talented artists no one will never hear because there just isn’t enough room on top of Mount Public Attention. So, yes it galls me to see a lucrative career handed to someone who put zero effort into it. Songs written. Publicity given. Radio time bought. Videos produced. Tours booked. All while the “artist” kicks back and reaps the rewards, having paid zero dues to earn them. Words cannot express the frustration and injustice of situations like these.
Thought 3 - I cannot stand, hate, loathe the New America. Time and the culture have
seemingly passed me by. The generations before us complained about new and strange ideas in the culture of young people but they experienced NOTHING like the radical change we’re currently undergoing. Hard work is literally not rewarded today. Who you know is rewarded. How you look is rewarded. Stirring up fake drama is rewarded. Corruption is rewarded. Criminality is rewarded. All the things that are useless or destructive to the average person’s everyday life are filling up bank accounts to overflowing while us "old school idiots" slave away with skills that took 30 years to acquire, slowly realizing that we’re never going to be able to retire.
Thought 4 – I feel completely alone in these thoughts although something tells me I’m not. As I bitch about MY generation being passed by, the generation that is part of Bhad Bhabie’s is suffering even more hopelessness and turmoil than I am. They see the same things I do, are experiencing the same cultural insanity. Their financial statements are half of mine, and no one is offering them a way out. There is no rosy future for them. At least I had a good run. I saw good times where justice was actually a thing for most people, where hard work could earn you a nice living 100% of the time, where the government worked somewhat logically, and where there was hope for a prosperous future. I feel sorry for the generation having to deal with the shit sandwich they’ve been given by the generation before them, but again, I feel alone in my thoughts because no one seems to have an answer for us down here other than bitching about the problem.
Thought 5 – I feel a revolution brewing and the thought makes me neither happy nor hopeful. Something needs to give here. We’ve become a stupid, vacuous, silly nation of shallow people. We’re a culture ripe for revolution or occupation.
The problem with revolution is, while it promises real change and a straight road to Utopia, the promise of a better future from the lips of the lying charlatans currently in power will most likely lead to nothing more than piles of dead bodies, resulting in zero positive change. Meet the new boss. Same as the old boss. Unfortunately, that’s the history of most revolutions. 1776 was a complete outlier and will not be repeated today; not with the gang of corrupt weasels we currently have in charge.
Yes, this deep storm of dark thoughts was doing a great job of clouding my mind, causing a great depression within my spirit. Are there any solutions? Any answers to these troubling questions? Are we witnessing the terminal generation, doomed to extinction by stupidity? Are these questions filling up your mind and weighing you down as well?
Well, fear not. After all the negativity, the clinching of fists, the raging against The Machine, there are actually some positive lessons I gained from the life and times of Danielle Bregoli, and for some strange reason, I'd like to share those principles with you. You are welcome.
We’ll discover what those principles are next time with LIFE LESSONS FROM A BAD BABY – THE FINAL CHAPTER.
Always At Your Service
Doc Dan
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