Letting politics interfere with employment

I first encountered Kenny in 2010 during his last revolving-door job search. In terms of his job-hunting prowess, Kenny represents today’s version of an April Fool.[1] More than five years lapsed, and to our mutual dismay, he had not changed. He blamed his lack of employability on Blacks, Hispanics, Jews, and women who don’t know their place. More recently, he added the leftwing media and Muslims to his list.
Kenny showed up on the eve of 2016, still sporting his red flip phone that had never been setup to retrieve missed calls. The Gmail account I setup for him years earlier had gone unused, and he had long forgotten the password. As a result, he limited his job search solely to ever-dwindling want ads appearing in the local newspaper.
Kenny’s troglodyte ways left me breathless and astounded. The hours spent showing him how to access technology had gone unused. Nor did he avail himself to my prior job-hunting suggestions. There was nothing to indicate things might be different this time around. I bit my tongue while anticipating he would proceed to blame others for his predictable circumstances.
For me, Kenny represents a case study in the lengths some jobseekers will go to camouflage failure. Depending upon one’s source, there are more than 4 million job openings currently available. Clearly, 98% of the advertised openings can be found using basic technology. Yet there he sat—the epitome of a here-to-day: gone tomorrow job chaser—clutching a newspaper with only one want ad.
Kenny initiated the session by inquiring as to my political beliefs. His first question was, “Do you ever listen to Rush Limbaugh?” I challenged him on what that had to do with seeking new employment, and he simplistically responded with, “Everything. Besides, I need to know we are on the same page.” My previous suspicions about Kenny’s beliefs contributed to his inability to hold substantive employment was reaffirmed.
For the next 20 minutes, I indulged him, while he extolled upon me Limbaugh’s virtues, and whom he supported for the upcoming GOP nomination, and why supposing the frontrunner would make America great again. The more he rambled, the more I realized why a political entertainer known for his bombastic and narcissistic rhetoric appeals to April-Fools mentality struggling to find outdated glory.
Kenny represents a throwback to the Reagan-era, a time before the onset of today’s technological reality. As technology changed, Kenny put up stiff resistance, which over time, caused him to become overwhelmed, and he eventually fell further and further behind. To compensate for his resistances to change, Kenny bought into the Twilight Zone concept of creating his own reality, where every problem has a simplistic, quick fix solution.
Building a great wall will solve our job-stealing immigration problems,” he proudly assured me.
Hoping to jolt him back into reality, I asked him, “Have you asked anyone from East Germany how well their great wall worked for them?” Kenny ignored the question as if it failed to register.
Kenny is heavily betting on an April Fools’ agenda that alludes to rolling back time. The slogan ‘make America great again’ has resonated and generated unrealistic beliefs. As an aging white male who let time, tide and opportunity slip through his fingers, he yearns for any huckster who will confirm his racial hatreds and support his darkest fears—a technique perfected under fascism by the Reich Minister of Propaganda, Joseph Goebbels.[2]
We finished Kenny’s project by providing him with exactly what his asked for, but not necessarily with what he needed. As we parted, he assured me that I was the one being fooled and misguided by so-called radical extremists and reliance on technology. I, however, was equally convinced that Kenny was letting his politics interfere with employment reality.
We waved our goodbyes, while I smiled with incredulity.




[1]  Those referred to as April Fools (or April Fish) dates back to the mid-1500s. They were best known and heavily chastised for being slow to catch on to change.
[2]  This is a sad commentary for those who fail to learn the lessons of history.