Society cultivates delusions and expects nothing more than servitude and surrender. The government is just a word, like the word corporation. Inside these organizations, individuals promote agendas to limit opportunities for others, gathering the selected few an opportunity, by nepotism, or an esoteric kinship that is silent and prejudice. The purpose of school is where a generation is manufactured and molded by what deems normality-- for craftsmanship was stripped from the industrialization of Britain and transformed into the information age of internal networks.
Though an instructor teaches through state wide revisions, no exposure of several professional authors expand the student a variety of ideas; all who profess and practice do bare prejudice by belief--what is to be accepted and standard. At every desk, the child grows into a man brazed with the mark of conformity and should he not accept the brand, the slave will surely perish. The school institution preaches against religion because it is religion. Through repetition, the student by standards practiced, tediously on the black board without questioning writes by lesson. To defy power is sin-- it works not in favor of the novice for his master-- all students are manufactured slaves.
Murdering the hopes and inspiration of the cultivated mind, the student has left the gates of 12th grade, looking at three possibilities:
1. Attend Community College:
2. Attend a college at the University:
3. Educate yourself and work.
There lays two options of the cultivated society sought to invest in the man made concept of time because looking at a future with no direction is the prayer. The idea is simple: spend on an idea, or suffer skid row. Scholars call the term investment-- to my dismay, for thousands of dollars is vested in the business with no reward, no future----the cult of the University is the black void that lust euphemisms and social engineering. Pay to lose: the journey of college is not journey but an algorithmic test, designed to mold courtiers to kings and masters-- the great back stabbers. Naïveté is transformed to skill. Men and women are lied to, as the charlatan sells them utopia, and the receipt is framed and hung---people with a soulless titles.
The Doctor, Master, Bachelor, and Associate are titles meaningful to slaves who consider themselves as courtiers; they enjoy giving flowers to one and all in the royal court, yet jobless by pride and dreaming to not do, but demanding the game bend to their rules. How dare they! The game is the game, and one and all must obey the game because in the game slaves, shall slaves be hunted to harvest for the oligarchs who scoff at all the plantation. For all degrees are tags of a higher quality slave. Obey your lord. Obedience is your religion. The Oligarchs demand worship, for they are the Gods and Goddesses who created you.

