These sad, midwit custodians of the downward-pointed Earth. These soft-handed wardens of the dygenic daycare we politely call “public education.” They are not heroes, nothing about what they do is noble, they are not underpaid saints. They are the active agents of decay, the underpaid (yet very well-pensioned) priests of nomos. They are a suffocating blanket of convention, equality, and weakness-worship that smothers every spark of phusis before it can even catch fire. They deserve to be paid less. A lot less. Ideally nothing. Ideally they should be paid in the same currency they hand out to the kids they ruin: participation trophies, participation salaries, and the quite contempt of anyone who still has blood that remembers what excellence feels like.

They are professional breeders of mediocrity

Every regime worth anything is a breeding project. The Greeks knew it. Sparta knew it. Even the Hebrews knew it in their own brutal way. The goal was always the same: prune the weak, reward the strong, produce higher types. Teachers do the exact opposite. They are the eugenic anti-matter of civilization. Their entire job is to level the bell curve, to make the gifted sit still while the slow ones feel “included,” to punish the kid who finished early or questions the script. They don’t teach nature, they teach the denial of nature. Blood, heredity, inborn superiority are seemingly problematic to them. They replace it with “everyone is special” and “follow your dreams” and other horseshit that produces exactly the kind of soft, resentful, low-T adults we’re drowning in now. Modern schooling doesn’t just fail to cultivate aristocracy, it punishes it. The restless, high-testosterone, high-IQ youth who wants to read Pindar and lift heavy and build something dangerous gets drugged, diagnosed, and told he has “ADHD” because he won’t sit in the chair and absorb their gospel of equity. Teachers are the ones holding the clipboard and nodding along. They are the soft tyranny that keeps the breeding stock from ever becoming wolves. Plato’s Republic was a eugenic state. Our schools are the Republic’s opposite, a dysgenic state run by people who think the highest virtue is making sure no one ever feels left behind. The result? A generation that can’t read, can’t fight, can’t focus, can’t fuck, and definitely can’t rule. Real teaching, the aristocratic kind, was always about domination, selection, and the transmission of a living tradition through blood and discipline. The gymnasium wasn’t a feelings circle. Teachers today are the exact opposite: they fear the strong student, they fear the parent who actually wants excellence, they fear any hierarchy that isn’t the fake bureaucratic one that keeps them in their union-protected middle-class mediocrity. They love “safe spaces” and “social-emotional learning” because deep down they know they couldn’t survive in a real agon. They are the people who turned the classroom into a therapy session for the weakest links in the chain. They get six figures with pensions in some districts to babysit and indoctrinate. For what? Producing functional illiterates who think “racism” is the reason they can’t do basic arithmetic? Producing young men who are told their natural drive is “toxic masculinity” while the girls are told their natural role is to be corporate whores or cat ladies? Producing a population that is physically soft, spiritually broken, and politically retarded? No. Pay them less. Pay them what they actually contribute: the market value of turning promising bloodlines into resentful midwits who will never build, never conquer, never create anything that outlasts a TikTok. If we were serious about the future we would cut their salaries in half tomorrow and use the savings to fund actual breeding projects. Gymnasiums, apprenticeships, selective academics where the strong are rewarded and the weak are gently shown the door instead of being propped up as “diverse learners.” Fuck them. Pay them less, or better yet, replace them.