I'm not here to sing and dance! I'm not a trained monkey! Not gonna play the tunes you wanna hear! I'm going to follow my own drum, my own beat, the beat of my heart.

I can't be all things to all people. No longer am I going to wake up in the morning and first thing; check the economic news, look at Craigslist to see what jobs are paying in different markets, to see what's popping up on Monster.com and read the latest news from the dying industries in which I have years of experience.

It all gives me a headache and gets me down.

Don't want to offer me work? I don't want to work for you! Don't want to seek me out? I'm not looking for you, either! Don't want to offer me the money I'm worth, or even a living wage, or health insurance? Go fuck yourself! Who needs you! 

There's maybe a million ways to make a living, maybe more and I bet many of them a guy can do and at the end of the day he can hold his head high knowing he didn't have to lie to sell someone some kind of shit they didn't need. Maybe those jobs aren't glamorous. Maybe the work is lonely. Maybe no one advertises those kind of jobs. Maybe you have to create the job yourself. 

I was thinking, in these kind of times, if someone wanted to take over the country and make real change, they could sneak in and offer work to people where they did the job in their homes, under the radar, for cash, creating something, making something, writing something, something important, something secret, but only the millions of unemployed knew about it... Imagine an army of unemployed? How many millions are out of work and have dropped off the statistics? That would be the largest army in the world!

That would be something revolutionary!