National service for young persons and the waste of my humanity

People get all patriotic and goo-goo eyed over "National Service". My life was already wasted without any National Service.

I would be "pleased as punch" as the cliche goes to contribute to the country of my biological origin if they put me in a place where I could contribute my highest potentialities in an optimally nurturing environment, not just be a consumer of consumer products in peacetime and a shovel full of Shakespeare's Falstaff's "food for powder" in time of war. I would also be very glad to serve in the military under the same conditions → but don't haircut me like the Partisans in France in World War II shaved the heads of women who had sexual relations with Wehrmacht soldiers.

Treat me with appropriate dignity and I will be glad to do whatever I can to help you in a win-win situation where I am helped too. But not to do some kind of menial labor for anybody's God, for anybody's Country or even for anybody's Yale.

From each according to his abilities. To each according to his needs.

My needs were not met even without National Service. I need to sip expresso each morning from a high-fire stoneware cup made by as master potter or at worst Rosenthal Studio Line porcelain, not to Big Gulp Dunkin Donuts coffee from a Styrofoam; almond croissants from La petite Patisserie (Larchmont, New York), not DunceCap donuts.

I am not just one more Where's Waldo, and I resent being treated as if that was what I am! Read Luke 41:52.

Orchids have different needs than weeds, and they give back different things, too. Would all the "National Service" moonies really want to waste a year or more of Frank Lloyd Wright's life loading boxes onto a conveyor belt in an warehouse? Likely they would, because their highest aspiration in their less than fully lives is probably to metabolize in a MacMansion.

To be constructive for the nation, young persons' national service should employ each individual young person's unique abilities and skills to the max. I could have been a teacher in a junior college in Appalachia, or provided hospice care for dying emeritus university professors whose minds were still sharp but their bodies were "going" (I would have diapered them as well as having conversations about the meaning of living and dying with them, or just held their wise hands as their lives ended...)

As always, all you cannibals who just wanted to extract surplus value out of me and couldn't wait until I would die a natural death to eat me for your lunch:

Arbeit Haarschnitt macht frei.


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