How to Make the Youth Work for a Living

Hello,

If you have been reading my recent articles, you should know that you may go to hell for failing to support the next generation. The next generation is in a situation completely dire. Most people ignore this because they think they cannot control it. You have complete control over it. If you do not think you can do anything, then the next paragraph will explain what you can. If you do not have any time, you can support me through this link because I am young and struggling myself to raise a family and pay the bills. 

When I ask for support, I do not mean free handouts. Before I converted, I made plenty of money in Seattle, Washington by owning my own business. The following is an introduction to a business course which details my background. I want to use the money to increase the production value and reach of these courses, so that I can offer them for free to busy young people who don't have time to read articles. Business courses like this usually cost thousands of dollars, but they are sold by people who have money to people who have no money, which is unjust. In order to promote the Catholic faith, again, I want to offer them for free. Your money will be spent that way.

If you do not have money, then at least follow me here, because the more subscribers I have the more support I will get from outside of the Church. 

Here is introduction to the course: 

Business Course: Introduction

It is good first to go over my credentials so that you know what type of businessman I am.

I became a businessman when I was ten years old. I was a businessboy, in fact. My mother was in a relationship with a good man whom I call stepfather since it is an arbitrary title with a very loose relation to the Sacrament of Matrimony. He moved us away from the state in which I was born, and we moved in limousines.

The reason we were in limousines is because he wanted to start a limousine business. He wanted to start a limousine business because he had an opportunity to acquire several limousines for cheap. The reason we moved is because he wanted to flip houses. He wanted to flip houses because he had an opportunity to acquire a house which he could fix up, located in Auburn, New York, for cheap.

The first lesson I want anyone to learn about business is that you only do it if you think God wants you to do it. Now, since most people don’t believe in God today, I will say that you only do it if you see a reasonable opportunity to do it. A reasonable opportunity means that you can afford something, that that thing can increase in value, and that you have the capability of increasing its value. This process is where money comes from.

My stepfather worked on the house with my brothers, but not with me because I did not appreciate the value of working with my hands, and I had three older brothers who were capable of complaining about the same while being forced to do it. They demanded paychecks. The limousines mostly sat, but so far as I can tell, he did not take a loss on them. He saw some other opportunities and got involved in some other businesses, quickly laying aside whatever did not profit him while throwing himself fully into whatever did profit him, before he got around to teaching me anything, because I had a mother and four siblings with a ton to learn from him first.

He first taught me how to go door-to-door selling compost worms. I failed at this. The reason I failed at this is because I had been raised by engineers who taught me to read and write, and they were divorced before they were able to teach me much else. Remember, I was ten years old. So in my burgeoning mind, I had mostly only the beginning framework of a highly paid intelligentsia. I found it so profound that these worms ate garbage, that I only ever talked about that with potential customers, rather than the gardening application. Since I had no concept of working with my hands or managing a household, I did not think that there were cheaper and easier ways to dispose of garbage.

Next, my stepfather gave me a book about sno-cones. This was a wonderful bridge to me. I had been a writer since I was eight years old, and he had an opportunity to acquire a sno-cone cart. I proceeded to read about the most perfect, high quality sno-cone set-up I could ever have, and then when I finished the book quickly and told him how excited I was to have the best sno-cones in existence, and explained to him exactly what I required in order to do this, he ignored all that and provided me with the cheap, available cart which he had the opportunity to get. I don’t know, maybe he needed some time to fix it up. The book might have bought him the time to do that or to finish some other endeavors. But the whole point was that I could finish a task.

I had the sno-cone cart then, and I ran it outside of a flea market with which he had gotten involved. I think it must have been profitable to him, because it took all of his focus, and me and my brothers loved it. I made sub-rate sno-cones outside of the flea market, and I made money. This was my first successful business. I think I spent all the money on imitation swords and other things sold at the flea market, and I ate sno-cones every day. I also spent every day with my brothers, who ran a hot-dog cart which my stepfather helped them start. He was not far either, all day long. So, at a young age, I worked and made money in a free market, near a father and my brothers.

My mother and him split up. We moved to Oswego, New York, and my mother sold herbalife. She had arranged to share a booth at a local fare with a man selling rubber-band guns. I went with her, negotiated for a position selling rubber-band guns, and then she was told that she violated the fare rules because she had not paid the fee for a booth. Regulation edged her out of the market. I remained, having a position as a paid contractor, and I made money. I think I spent it all on rubber-band guns.

I ended up moving away from my mother and lived in Clackamas, Oregon. Here, I tried to make money, but I don’t remember how. What I do remember is that my father lived in Seattle, Washington, and I moved up there with him. Then he lost his job. We were not sure what we were going to do, and we had a conversation one time, where he was expressing his stress and anxiety about our situation. I remember saying this: “Dad, I know it is really hard, but the more I think about it, we’re going to be okay. We’ll never be on the street. We have people that will help us.” I was probably twelve years old. I have no idea why I thought that. I cannot remember who those people were that would help us. My father solved the problem, that’s all I remember.

In Seattle, I tried to make money. I remember our school had us selling advent calendars to students for $3 a calendar to raise money for something. I sold them to the teachers for $7 a calendar, because they had the money, and I pocketed the difference, until I got in trouble for it. I think I made enough money to buy hamburgers at Z’s burgers a few times, which was good, because I always had to beg the money off my friends who got an allowance or something from their rich parents. This was in Mukilteo, Washington.

When I turned sixteen, I had lived by myself for a little while on the lower floor of a house my father owned or rented or something. I then went back to living in my father’s house, and I did not get along with my stepmother. After school every day, I walked up and down the road looking for a job, but that area is a little strict about child labor laws.

At eighteen, I got a job at a grocery store at the far end of the road, a couple miles’ walk. My first paycheck introduced me to inflation, income tax, interest rates, and insurance, because a $9.50 an hour check was reduced to probably $5 an hour, and I had no idea what was wrong with all my math. I had made money before, and it was absolutely reeling what had happened. I tried to get better jobs and promotions, and I did that, ending up at something like $12 an hour, before I finally found a network marketing group. I have nothing at all bad to say about them. They were wonderful.

They are the ones who taught me how to get a good job, which is a bad way to make money. I ended up at $65,000 a year in Seattle, Washington at 22 years old. I would spend a portion of this on the network marketing products, and they would keep teaching me how to get better jobs. They did this with many other young men. This created a sort of funnel which drew from the wealth of that city into a small insular group of Montana boys who learned lots of things from their fathers about how to succeed in the world, who were rewarded for teaching Seattleites from broken houses basic facts about the world and how it works. We all made money together. Babylon paid for it. I am sure other network marketing vnetures, especially in small towns where people already know how to live and succeed, are more like pyramid schemes. But this one I was in made money for everybody. Those guys are wonderful. I miss them. I pray for them very often.

Thus far for my business acumen. You can see I do not define business as whatever they teach you in business college. It’s not that at all. It is only the process of making money busily with as little expense as possible. The $65,000 a year I made in Seattle was what I made from working as an employee (although I treated it as being a contractor, and that is why I was able to make as much as I did). I understand that is not a lot of money. It does not include other incomes which I started and which still exist today. But at twenty-two years old, I was content with that, and I turned my mind away from making money and towards getting married. Now I have a wife and three children and a good solid home, wherein my sons and daughter are around me all day long, and my wife is taken care of according to her needs, and to be honest with you, I think I am only able to do that because I understand business.

America rewards business. The tax code pays you for knowing the things I know. People fear business, and so they send a lot of money to the government, and they are generally robbed all day long. I want to help fix that. That will be the focus of the rest of this course.

Please contact me if you would like to support me in any way. I desire your little time left over after paying your bills and doing your duties, when you are tired. Taurusnecrus@gmail.com. Expect a conversation, so that I might get to know you, but I will be mindful of your besieged time. You can follow me most closely at TaurusNecrus.substack.com where there are many examples of my apologetics with Muslims, Flat Earthers, Atheists, Protestants, and more.

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