Later I managed to get a scholarship because I was good at judging dairy cows in FFA. My first throw missed, when my own little herd of steers I’d been raising in the hopes of selling for college money got tetanus and died. I moved out when I was 16 and my family moved to a different state. I suppose I’m supposed to be bitter about that and be a good little communist or something, but instead I still got a bunch of throws at the dartboard. And not collect a government check poor, I mean farm poor, which has all the disadvantages of being poor but with the added benefit of constant backbreaking manual labor for little to no reward. I was one of the poor kids who worked that carnival. That’s defeatist horseshit, and another great example that just because somebody crafts an analogy it doesn’t mean it makes sense. Some keep going until they hit the center bullseye, then they give speeches or write blog posts about ‘meritocracy’ and the salutary effects of hard work. If they want to, they can try over and over and over again until they hit something and feel good about themselves. Rags to riches! The American Dream lives on. A very few hit the center bullseye and get a bigger prize. A few hit the target and get a small prize. “Entrepreneurship is like one of those carnival games where you throw darts or something.
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