ONE LAST KISS OF THE DISSERTATION LIP. riginal.
Unbelievable! I presently reside in a small town of mostly retired. Some 15,000 residents. Overwhelming number of retired ex SEC power workers. Electricity the mainstay, still producing 15% of the state of Victoria's spark. Victoria similar size to England give or take a beer glass or three and a large Beefeater. Houses are relatively cheap compared to the city where i once lived. Unemployment roams the town like an unfed gaunt dog. The norm going by current trends in Australia and i dare say mimicked by a plethora of other countries. Devastating for the youth clinging to any sort of reason for getting out of bed.
Here's the gob smacker. Despite this cloak of economic downturn i picked up the local paper and there it was!
Headlines. Door to door highly trained 'education' sales people flogging education courses at horrific prices aimed mainly at the younger gullible with the end result the paper 'pass' equivalent provided to knock on prospective employer's doors more suited to stuffing under doors to keep the draft out. Or,conversely, a wordy paper plane folded to titillate the senses to pass the flight time of waiting for a response which would have the opinion balance for future employment akin to the unfed dog being invited to a four star restaurant for a barking good feed. It aint going to happen! Basically you're chasing your tail. These courses run stridently in step with the mainstream crap currently oozing over this and many other sites. Town is rife with this current mode of ripoff. They get you to sign up under duress. Some i doubt would have little idea of what they're signing up for and more's the pity. As a sweetener, free I pods are being offered under the guise of a 'government' freebie.
Indeed, i was on the end of a freebie computer on a call out of the wild blue yonder by an enthused 'government' rep assigned to handing out these brand new digital transponders of terrific. Sparklers designed no doubt to dazzle your friends with your new station in life. Seeing as you've been left twiddling your thumbs at the station. The money train having left with yours. However, being honest i told her my age and was told i just missed out on the age barrier? In other words the computer either can't be fingered by 'over age' fingers or maybe my voice didn't smell rich enough of money to be had for a course sign up which i guess was the next step in the scam to propel me to an elevated stance of being absolutely catapulted into the doctorate of my dreams. That of sitting on my ass drinking, beaming...and partaking of a few Jim Beams. Plus, the inevitable royalties one gets from an educational uplift from a phony company? Possibly get elevated next to the unfed dog waiting eagerly knife and fork in hand.Napkin tucked in,drooling for that anticipated yummy meal. Metaphorically i guess i should have transposed an unfed town cat. For the stench of something fishy after parting with uneducated large dollops of money for no return surely would have puss licking its lips in bewilderment? Only an uneducated guess.
Bit like a festering blog sore. Some people for whatever reason have no inclination to lance the festering wound. Instead they attempt to nurture it by putting a hasty makeshift bandage over the mess. But like a great 2 pak paint job applied lovingly over a rusty preparation on a car. It bubbles up. The local paper here states quite clearly not to sign up with just any Tom Dick or Harry. Stating that you could be left with YEARS of debt. The funny, or maybe the macabre thing i find in just about any scam money transference is that the crooks usually by some weird twist or technicality of law, predominately come out on top! Be it by the advent of access to a good crooked lawyer/liar, or by the sheer fact that evil seems to love being immersed in the salve of stupidity and maybe not enough Judge Judy's to cut through the crap? Or maybe it's just the times we live in where people know a situation is wrong but they sit on their hands hoping that without the literary antibiotics of "enough is enough" and the draining of literary pus,sooner or later the patient books out...and the site folds.
Don't get me wrong, i'm no expert, but expertise is in the eyes of the b holder and once these 'B' holders get hold of you and your hard earned it's no good bleating to your local pollie. He's at his favorite restaurant having a slap up meal. Dogs and cats excluded! Though i did hear in America pooches and pusses of the wealthy can live a lifestyle that surpasses that of humans. I just hope they are not behind this false paper palace of unfulfilled unresolved student dreams. Same goes for their owners! But that's an absolutely ridiculous notion. I mean who would write a flea bitten post, or more to the point, force themselves to read one? The ides/hides of fleas are upon us. Time for a new flea collar? This is the last time i'll mention dissertation. I'll leave that in the capable clause of the entrenched bottom site dwellers that swim under and over the radar of literary murky odorous pretense.
After all...it's all academic at the end of the day. Just be careful. You can contact me on www.@ haveagreatlifefreeofpayem. Or my newly launched site. www.@ don'tpayematalluntilyou'vecheckedtheirbonefides or you may end up in the monetary doghouse without a bone to pick over. A sort of puss in boots...minus the boots? Have a great weekend. /:>)