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  • I think the point of the post is merely to point out that in four decades, at least one of three families has been in each election. Statistically, if candidates were freely chosen at random from the top 0.01% of Americans, that would be insanely improbable. It’s pointing out that presidential elections aren’t the American people picking the best person in the country for the job. There are influential factors other than who-would-be-best at face value. In other words, the people aren’t given a list of American citizens with their characteristics and asked to chose the one they would prefer. The people are told to pick one from a very select few that have already been approved. Whether those candidates have climbed a ladder or been given a silver spoon is irrelevant to that point. The matter is that elections aren’t entirely free in spirit.

    It also serves as an argument against social mobility and merit in the USA. Dynasties are government systems in which the ultimate power stays within a family. We’re told that it’s because of whatever bs reason with the family being divine or superior, but the reality is that when the ultimate power rests within the same family, the people that benefit from that also stay in power. It’s a system that maintains those on top on top. Having presidential dynasties shows that social mobility in the USA isn’t as fluid as commonly thought.




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    I remember one from 3rd grade. We were all quiet working on an assignment. Our teacher was loved and respected, so we behaved well. You could here hear every single thing in that room; it was that quiet. Shit, it was so quiet, you could hear the quiet. So a kid named Alex gets up to talk to the teacher, but when he stands up, he rips a loud and crispy fart. It was a textbook fart, crescendo-ing an octave of pitch. If you can hear it your head now, then you know what I’m talking about. The kid froze with an embarrassed smile and holding a paper. We could see his face start blushing. The class erupted in laughter. He sat back down, folded his arms on his desk, and hid his face in them.

    It was at this moment that we all realized Alex was bad. Jk. We thought it was really funny and that’s it. Alex and I went to different schools from 4th - 9th grade, but I ran back into him at school in 10th. We took a summer class together. The dude was a trip. Funny af.

    edit: see strike through