A Letter to the Millenial

Yes I am one, but me? I grew up in a small town in Massachusetts, God didn’t I hate it there, all the people from the city who came to enjoy nature, you know those idiots who have do idea what a turn signal is, or how to follow the speed limits set in place. I know now why so many other New Englanders (I’m looking specifically at my co blogger J, who originally made this blog) call us Mass Holes. So here a letter to my fellow 20 somethings.


Dear Millennial,

Get off your lazy ass and get a goddam job! Yeah I know the job market sucks. No I don’t care if you went to college and are looking for better work that fits your degree. If you aren’t making money, you are a burden on someone else. I’m pretty sure that your parents, provided they don’t have any other children that are under 18, fully planned on doing something other than supporting your self righteous ass after you got out of school.

“Oh but, I have special knowledge, I’m not like those loser who work flipping burgers.” Who gives a rats ass? I went to college for six years, you wanna know what I do for a living? I run my brother’s farm while he is OVERSEAS protecting your pathetic ass so you can live another day without having to work! I spend my days shoveling shit, collecting shit for the vet to test, wallowing through shit to get to an animal that is too stupid to not get stuck in the middle of the manure pile behind the barn.

I have a masters degree in Medicine, I SHOULD be working in a hospital as a nurse. I SHOULD be making 60K a year SAVING LIVES like I set out to in my freshman year of highschool.

I gotta admit though, being able to breed dogs is pretty fun, and seeing all those baby goats and calves every year is heart warming. But really you know what farming is? Back breaking labor, EVERYDAY surrounded by SHIT.

So if I can shovel animal dropping s all day long, I’m pretty sure you can flip some burgers, or clean some toilets. Not a big deal, at least then you are making SOME kind of income. It may not be much, but it will help your poor parents with the bills you wrack up and the food you eat.

And don’t even think about saying how you are ‘better’ than anyone because you have ‘awards’ from school. Guess what? a ‘participation’ award just means you got off your ass and got involved. Hell my little brother got one of those for raising his hand at a math bee. He got the question wrong too!

I am not really what you might call a Christian, but I like how they do things for the most part. They set some rules in place, and if you break them? BAM you burn for eternity. But my point is the bible states quite clearly “All man was created equal” So if that 60 something veteran can spend a few hours greeting people at Walmart for minimum wage, you can sure as hell fold shirts.

Now I’m not saying give up on your dreams. No one should do that. But do you think the homeless Vietnam Veterans dreamed of living in a card board box, begging for food, suffering from a mental illness caused by the shit they saw? I don’t think so.

You think my co blogger J’s mom dreamed of dropping out of high school to raise her nephew because his dad was a useless dead beat? Probably not, in fact from what J tells me his mom may have wanted to do one of two things. Be a nurse (like my mom) or be a writer. Instead the poor woman ended up getting a GED, and spending her life supporting her family with dead end jobs. At one point she was supporting her kids and her husband with TWO jobs. The fact the lady isn’t dead is a true testament to a woman’s strength.

Chase your dreams, but remember, you cant buy that deal making suit for your Wall Street dream job without money.


A fellow Millennial

P.S Cut your goddam hair you friggin Hippies!


Author: Dremulf

J-I am Schizophrenic dog owner who wants to spread the message that Mental Illness is not a death sentence, and that animals can cure almost any ailment of the heart and soul. B-I am a farmer and dog breeder who suffers from Schizophrenia. I am a huge supporter of the military and can be a bit rough around the edges.

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