Some people like the peace and quiet of the town or the countryside.

I prefer the City, the larger the better.

When you live in the City, things are always going on. If you don’t have a car, there’s good public transport. If you don’t have a girlfriend, there’s a new chick around every corner. No matter what your interest is, there’s someone in the City to share it with you.

My father lives in Niagara Falls and hates Toronto. He’s claustrophobic about big cities. About the biggest he can deal with is Hamilton, and that’s only because he spent his working life there. My father has weaknesses, weak spots. He’s a girl when it comes to certain things, and big cities are one of them.

The City is a magnificent creation of man. With its networks of drinking water pipelines and underground sewage channels, its cell phone relays on top of towers, its plentiful jobs and entertainment sources, it brings a miracle to life, quite literally.

The vast majority of people are too stupid to have created today’s modern vibrant City. It is only with the expansion of gifted men in society that the modern City has become possible. There are more gifted men alive now than at any time in history. Starting in the 1600s, the population of gifted men among white nations went on the sharp increase. This was the savior of mankind. These individuals did everything from engineer the Green Revolution in agriculture to set a ship on the Moon. They were gifted, and it showed.

The City is run by these gifted men. They fill the offices of mayor and council and occupy the metropolitan area’s biggest business seats. They are the thrumming heart and lifeblood of the City.

They take a proprietary interest in what is going on around them. In a word, they have a sense of responsibility. While slacker twentysomethings are getting high on marijuana and slumping in chairs listening to shitty music, the gifted men in their forties and fifties are busy engineering a better future for the City in their offices and home studies.

What does it mean to live in the City? It means you share in a sense of power. It means you experience great convenience. Your future is likely to be better there than elsewhere.

The City welcomes and absorbs newcomers with ease. In the past, there was a great migration from rural areas to the City and the City caused more deaths than it had births. This changed as the City became a place of better hygiene. Now, with suburbs ringing the City, there can be more births than deaths in the City. It is only the emancipation of women, and their avoidance of having many children, that keeps the City static in population. Thanks to the birth control pill, every woman can have sex without the onerous responsibility of taking care of baby. And most are choosing that path, at least until their thirties when one or two babies light up their futures and provide human capital for the City’s future.

There is some danger in the City. Crime is located there, and not in the country. You’re taking a risk when you buy a high-end vehicle. It could get stolen on you. In American cities, with their high income inequality and racial disparities, there are home break-ins and carjackings. In Canada the situation in somewhat better, with its superior social safety net.

The City can theoretically last forever. Civilization, once it sets in, is as tenacious as a weed, and Cities are its major organs. The World has become a place of Major Cities only in the last century, century and a half, or so, but it looks to be a Permanent Change. From Manila to Toronto the City reigns supreme, and its hinterland bows down to it, economically, socially, and culturally. The hicks look upon the City’s tall buildings with amazement and wonder how they were produced. The Citydweller looks upon the hick with equal amazement, wondering how such a degenerate survives in the post-modern world. In this sense, and only this sense, they are equal.

To get a job these days you have to be both independent and subservient. The boss wants an ally in his new employee and wants you to be independent. But at the same time you have to grovel on your knees for your biweekly paycheck, accepting his rule in all things.

To work, then, demands a kind of schizophrenic split of the mind between the active and the passive. Those who can best juggle this mindset will thrive. Those who are stubbornly one-dimensional will fall by the wayside and suffer economically.

The reason a certain number of people become employers is because they’re not cut out to be subservient in the employee’s role. They’d rather trade a lot of hours of work for the freedom to be above the workplace rut.

Capitalism accommodates all types of people successfully. In its broad expanse, there is money to be made even by handicapped victims. The government, which has been in essence left-wing for a century, has made it its mission to be inclusive to the maximum extent it can be. It used to be you fired a woman when she became pregnant. Now the law forbids it.

The best situation to be in is to be a professional in the workplace. Make six figures a year and use your head at your job. Liaise with other professionals. Perhaps go to conferences in other cities. Maybe gamble in Vegas while you attend a dental or an IT conference off the Strip. The professional is someone who has stayed on the straight and narrow path, gone to school, not made many mistakes like had children at an early age, and hasn’t turned to crime such as dealing hard drugs for money. The professional is someone who toed the line and continues to toe the line. Some of them are opportunists, but they all are easy to push around because they have so much to lose and they’ve become civilized in that they accommodate themselves to situations rather than resist.