According to a music website, “Swedish man gets disability benefits for addiction to heavy metal.”
“42-year-old Roger Tullgren said he consulted three psychologists to testify his addiction to the Devil’s Rock, which led to him attending over 300 concerts last ‘ear, leaving him seemingly unable to hold down a job. ‘I have been trying for 10 years to get this classified as a handicap,” he told Swedish newspaper The Local. ‘I spoke to three psychologists and they finally agreed that I needed this to avoid being discriminated against.’ According to the report, he now has a part-time job as a dishwasher at a restaurant in Hassleholm, which will be supplemented by disability benefits. Tullgren’s new boss has agreed to let him rock out to Slayer as loud as he wants while scrubbing dishes, so long as it doesn’t disturb guests. He has even agreed to grant Tullgren time off to go to gigs.”
It would be easy, and tempting, to assault this unholy arrangement as an example of the productive class being eaten up by the parasite class. We could see here an example of how voters are able to elect people who then take from the makers and give to those who only consume and do not work.
But who are we kidding? There is not yet any voting bloc for heavy metal addicts. This isn’t simply about the power of voting money into one’s own pockets. Maybe that was the way this problem got started, but this pathetic “heavy metal disabled” person (I can’t bring myself to call him a “man”) doesn’t have any clout to set state policy. Tullgren doesn’t have political pull. Yet he now has the power to extort employers. As he states,
“I signed a form saying: ‘Roger feels compelled to show his heavy metal style. This puts him in a difficult situation on the labor market. Therefore he needs extra financial help’. So now I can turn up at a job interview dressed in my normal clothes and just hand the interviewers this piece of paper.”
How is this possible? Even though Tullgren is morally culpable for his own slothfulness, and for his willingness to coerce his (horribly docile) employer, I think we need to realize that he is also a victim.
Yes, a victim.
The state has taken a person who might have learned to be partially functional, and taken away any reason he should need to grow up. He has been turned into a perpetual child getting a perpetual “allowance” from his mother/nanny/state. He gets to live in a “Rock and Roll Fantasy” and taxpayer and business-owner expense.
The real question I have is: Why does the modern State find it desirable to turn adults into overgrown babies? We have a ruling class that has decided to destroy the basic education available in real life and to manipulate them into a subsidized fantasy. In real life, you can’t afford to go to rock concerts unless you earn enough money. In real life, you have to actually care about what other people think about your appearance in order to offer them something of value in exchange for what you want. If you want to have enough money to afford getting tattoos, you will have to make sure the tattoos aren’t so visible or offensive to keep you from getting a job. In real life you have to make compromises and only listen to your favorite music at times and places where it doesn’t interfere with other people in the workplace.
Tullgren thinks he has won “freedoms.” But he hasn’t. He’s now a perpetually dependent slave who will live a mostly unproductive life before the Swedish medical system decides it is time to euthanize him.
And America is really not that far behind. Like Sweden’s, our corporate ruling organization, the state, with its attendant ruling class, has decided that it is batter to raise marginal children than to allow the development of mature people who have learned to produce more than they consume.
The questions that bother me are: What is the endgame? How can this lead to anything good for our ruling class? A population of non-productives means mass poverty.
I am sometimes tempted to think that Western states suffer from a mass deathwish. I know that the Bible says of God’s wisdom, “All who hate me love death” (Proverbs 8.36), but I had never thought the warning was meant so literally.