Modern Slavery (Wage Slavery)

I should be good. I should find a girl, get married, find a job, and retire (and hopefully fill the remaining time with as much drugs, drink, fucking and sleeping as possible), I should obtain a status. Get paid. Work hard.

From the inside looking out it looks pretty sustainable. Find a job that's decent, and make the eight hours go by quick. That is if you live in the "democracy" of the free world, free meaning western. 

A cube has many angles, so does this little ditty we call "the normal life". 

Human beings have many qualities that separate them from animals, though not as much as we think at first sight, one of them being our ability to endure slavery, hierarchy for extended, even indefinite amounts of time. We learn to accept certain truths at birth, and move on. One truth being, a work place has a boss, a CEO, and manager (oh, they love having many different titles, each one being more confusing or false than the other) that employs you. He gives you a set amount of money for a certain amount of your labour. Not unsimilar to prostitution, the difference being most work places won’t make you suck your boss' cock for money. (Not one I’ve found, anyway). The structure is not inherently different though. 

You perform repetitive tasks, in which you gain no personal reward or satisfaction (The whore rinsing her mouth out with Gatorade to remove that spunky taste). 

You are, essential or not, a cog in the machinery. Once you've accepted the money, you're pretty much obligated, like a good little dog, to do whatever menial tasks the boss tells you to do.

The reward is more or less satisfying, a little sweaty wad of money you can spend on as many candy bars as you wish (making sure you're intake of candy bars increase), and you feel very little guilt about it. (Whatever guilt you might feel is removed by the fact that money is needed to survive, and the money lays in the boss' drawer.) The more you need the money you need, the less likely you are to object to a task. The increased spending is easily manufactured by a constant creation of new gadgets and objects essential to obtain happiness. Happiness you need to counter weight the humiliation of pressing a button three thousand times a day. More guilt, more spending, more work, more money, more shame, etc. It's not complicated. 

I won't debate the monetary system; it's a useless task. Fine. I'd much rather buy the tools to build my home then make them. (Though, I wouldn’t personally buy a house, different strokes). 

And if we disregard any trading-system, and we agree with the monetary one, there are still large problems being faced.

Today, and ever since the invention of the conveyer belt more or less, labour has become more and more specialized. You don’t make radios anymore; you make the buttons for it. 

You work eight hours and the result is not even a finished product. You receive NO satisfaction or proof of you supposed inherent value to the community. 

So, more money. 

I wont go on longer really. Just some very basic, and let's face, old ramblings. There are several books on the subject, all of them much better articulated. 

I'll let Chomsky have the last word, his coughs make more intellectual sense than any of this:

Noam Chomsky: Wage Slavery = Chattle Slavery