By Aaron Clarey
It was many years ago. So many years ago I cannot find the original article. But there was a young woman named Jessica Assaf who hailed from a rich county in California (Marlin) and as a then-high school student she was going to solve a crisis that was plaguing society.
She was going to go to the California state legislature to protest the use of chemicals in cosmetics!
She was very smart, with great grades in high school, even getting accepted to the Harvard Business School. But as I predicted this veritable crusader, this "proto-SJW" was going to simply waste her abilities championing political crusades instead of becoming a productive member of society. And true to form, and without fail, she did. She is not heading up a division at GE. She is not in Silicon Valley banging out code to make our lives easier. She isn't even a mother raising 2 wonderful, well-reared children. She isn't even selling lemonade at a lemonade stand on the corner.
She is "The Cannabis Feminist."
Whether this is a horrible super hero idea or just another one of the millions of millennial work-avoidance-non-profit-crusaderism schemes, it doesn't matter. Ms. Assaf's raw intelligence and abilities were wasted and her pinnacle in life is forever etched in stone at 17. Obscurity and irrelevance is now the remainder of her legacy in life.
Pick on Ms. Assaf all we want, the nature of "15 minutes of fame" is not necessarily politically related. Take for example Walter Palmer.
Does that name even sound familiar?
Give it a minute or two and try to remember why that name was all the rage 2 years ago (if you can).
Without straining your memory too much more he was the "evil" dentist who shot Cecil the Lion.
Alas, 48 months later nobody remembers his name and he is allowed to continue on his dental practice unharassed by self-righteous, sanctimonious animal rights nutjobs.
Be it politics or hunting animals with cute names, however you get your 15 minutes of fame, realize it is only 15 minutes. It will end and you will return to the life you had before. Life will once again be "normal" and hopefully you cashed in monetarily on those 15 minutes society granted you (I always thought a book by Dr. Palmer called "Die, Cecil, DIE!" would make serious coin). But the key difference between Dr. Palmer and Ms. Assaf is that Mr. Palmer has a skill, a trade, a profession to revert back upon while Ms. Assaf has...well...none. And this is where we introduce David Hogg.
David Hogg if you didn't know is the poster child (emphasis on child) of the professional left's anti-gun agenda. He is 17, not an adult, hasn't worked a real job in his life and has yet to pay rent. You cannot fault this young man for any of this because afterall he is a child. But this fact seemingly doesn't stop precious spoiled suburbanite American children from thinking they know more than the real world working adults. And it certainly doesn't stop them from lecturing those of us who are wiser and older from how we should live our lives.
The reason for such arrogance and hubris is multifold. Understandably, in the case of Jr. Hogg the reason for his protest (I will admit) is more important and valid than Ms. Assaf's. Kids getting murdered in school is a tad more serious issue than chemicals in cosmetics. But any intellectual honesty ends there and greed, arrogance, ego, and self-serving evil take over. First there is the addiction to fame that both Jr. Hogg and Ms. Assaf could not resist. Getting your name in the paper or your face on TV I'm sure provides a high that very few people can relate to. Second is the prospects of avoiding a real job, in the real world, that requires work, effort and toil. Running around on the democrat party's dime, giving speeches to throngs of teenage girls is certainly more appealing than going to school for Mechanical Engineering. And living off of daddy's dime as you jump from one failed non-profit scheme to another is a life that was much easier, posh, and cushy than mine. But understand that is "prospects." Like toilet paper, once you serve their purpose, the democrat party or whatever larger entity using you will throw you away. Finally, ego. Most leftists cannot simply abide a ho-hum career as a dentist, a mechanic, or a chef. They need their name to go down in history in conjunction with their lazy activist career. Ergo, they engage in faux-heroics thinking they're solving some crisis or emergency. The truth is, more often than not, they do not care about "saving the whales" or "helping poor Africans" as much as they do themselves. The crisis or emergency is a tool by which they advance their own aims, their own popularity, and their own "faux activist" career. In this regard, if we were to look into the heart of Jr. Hogg I'd bet he's stepping on the corpses of his fellow students for his own aggrandizement more than any genuine mourning or concern for them (though that is a demon for him to wrestle with).
Detestable as this is, this is the majority of political activists (regardless of your political stripe). They look to capitalize on the pain and suffering of others, even creating problems where none exist, all so they can avoid real work in the real world, while having their egos masturbated to make them feel good. But as per my "Universal Law of Equilibrium in Everything" there is a cost to this. Karma is a bitch and there is a price to pay for living a lie as well as an egotistical life. And the difference again is highlighted by Dr. Palmer.
Dr. Palmer once again has a skill and a profession to rely upon. He has a life and a career which was never part of his 15 minutes fame. Once the dust settled and spoiled, suburbanite soccer moms got bored protesting his office, his life went back to normal, perhaps he even got some more long term clients due to non-leftists wanting to reward him for what he went through. He never sought his 15 minutes of fame, because his life was not about seeking fame, but being a professional who actually provided a service society demanding.
But what if you're not a 50 year old dentist, but an untalented, non-skilled high school kid? And not just an unskilled high school student, but one who got bit by the bug of fame? Instead of going to college, studying a discipline that will command a good salary in the real world, you instead go the route of Ms. Assaf and hop from lily pad to lily pad of productionless political crusades all in the search of that never-to-be-attained-again high that that one hit of fame gave you when you were 17?
This is the life Jr. Hogg (and the activist high schoolers like him) condemn themselves to.
Unfortunately, according to what bio I could find on the young gentleman, he's going to be taking off a year from school to work on the 2018 midterm elections. His high school activities indicate no interest in serious disciplines or fields, but instead labor-avoidant "media and television." And like many millennial boys he is drastically lacking in social couth (cringe-warning), which though not related to politics or sermoning adults, is only going to complicate matters in his future. You add this all up and it's painfully obvious that Jr. Hogg is going to waste his life in the democrat/leftist/political machine, never attaining a real career, a real profession, or real worth and value in life. Like Ms. Assaf, his 15 minutes of fame is over and he will be working on this campaign or that, this go-nowhere political project or that, and maybe will get a taste of that sweet sweet sweet attention as he gives a speech to may 50 people at a DNC. But it will never compare to his heights at 17 years of age, the addictive high of which damned him to being a life-long slave of the democrat party.
David, your 15 minutes of fame is over. Please, just go be a boy, date some girls (hit the gym first), go to college, major in engineering, and enjoy life before it's over. Because life is too short to be "The Cannabis Feminist."
Editor's note: This article was originally published at Captain Capitalism in April 2018 and has been rerun with permission.