Dream Jobs or Death

by Saab Lofton
Submitted on Tue, 11/06/2007 – 17:03

According to an episode of Star Trek: Voyager, “Money went the way of the dinosaur,” by the dawn of the 22nd century, thanks to something called the “New World Economy.” Or as the show’s creator, Gene Roddenberry, said right before his death in 1991.

“Money is a terrible thing. Why do people work at jobs in Star Trek? Why does someone become a baker? Because the family is going to starve to death? No. People become bakers because certain people love the smell of things baking.” In other words, the Humans in Roddenberry’s future aren’t forced to work a day job (just as niggahs today don’t have to pick cotton). Characters in Star Trek only work their dream jobs, and everyone’s labor of love provides — via barter — everyone else with whatever they desire. As a result of this and other, similar factors, poverty, bigotry and atrocity are abolished on Earth.

I don’t want to hear about how Star Trek is just a TV show. The Bible is just a book and look at how many people have been inspired by it. Like Gandhi said, one must “be the change you seek,” and I do this by dedicating myself to bringing Roddenberry’s vision to life.

On average, most activists usually work (an often evil) day job for 40 hours per week and protest for a few hours per month. Because there’s strength in numbers; because those “few hours” add up if enough people follow the aforementioned regimen, we the people have gotten by, so far …

In contrast, I’ve tried to pay the bills BY saving the world, thus killing two birds with one stone. Because I’m particularly concerned with the ripple effect my deeds could have on the future, I’ve boycotted evil day jobs over the years and sustained myself whenever I could via my dream job, storytelling. However, since I doubt the pen is mightier than the sword, I compensate by being a left-winger 24 hours a day — which means everything I write is left-wing as well. I bring this up because if I was willing to write about that goddamn Chihuahua of Paris Hilton’s or Britney Spears’ breakdown(s), I’d want for nothing; my samurai-esque refusal to waste my talents on fluff-laden bread and circuses accounts for my current poverty.

Also too, if I were to somehow circumvent all this corporate censorship (which has plagued my career for years) and became a really successful author, I’d give three-fourths of how much ever I made to charity (I swore an oath to God to this effect). My role model insofar as this goes is the late, great Marlon Brando. According to the Maoist Internationalist Movement’s eulogy of Brando, “In the famous, Wounded Knee incidents, Brando again donated money and sided with the First Nations. Marlon Brando donated large sums of money to the Black Panther Party.”

Knowing this about me, it’s entirely possible the investment community has red flagged my black ass in order to ensure I never “make it big,” but what really hurts is when the working class looks at me as if I’m some kind of snob for not wanting to ruin the hands I draw/type with doing some form of manual labor everyday (I guess misery really does love company). They can’t/won’t seem to grasp that I’m “on strike,” as it were, for them: The example I’m setting is supposed to inspire the masses to pursue their labors of love, to only accept ethical sources of income and to steer Humanity that much closer to a Roddenberryian utopia. Again, be the change that you seek; don’t hold your breath waiting for some vainglorious revolution to do it for you. And while all too many workers may not understand me, this one fan of mine certainly does …

Saab should be proud that he is not working, although I believe that this is an incorrect statement. Each time you give a hand up to a fellow Human being, you are working. Every time you take your time to research an injustice, you are working. If working means bucks an hour, Saab may not work. If working means researching injustice and statements that are incorrect, he works. It is too easy to sell out — get that job, the little goodies that come with 9-to-5 work. Saab could be sitting at a desk, 9 to 5, writing soap commercials. Shit, he could choose to mow the lawn on Saturday, instead of marching for peace or researching the truth. Saab is working for his country, for his fellow Human beings, for health care, truth in education, thinking first. If he makes one person think, he is working. Thanks, Saab, for giving up those comforts 9 to 5 can bring, to search for the truth


… actually, on July 1st, 2007, Forrest Dudek of Las Vegas told me he never heard of Project Censored until I e-mailed about the organization, so I did in fact make at least one person think. Something I wouldn’t have had time/energy for if I was working a day job. Give me my dream job or give me death!