When stock markets rise, who cares? We should boo, not
cheer.
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| Jerome AZ |
Electro-Doo-Dad Inc. ships its Useless Thingy factory to
where the hungriest work cheapest. Stock goes up.
Grey Planet Industries swallows Superfluous Appliance
Manufacturing; redundant thousands begin Government Cheese diet, remaining
slaves must now work too much. Stock goes up.
Owners shuffle papers, goose computers, bribe legislators,
downsize, cut pay, reduce bennies, screw or boot the actual doers of work. Stocks
go up.
Instead: “News” people: add up every stock exchange in
the world, and put a minus sign in front of it. Call it the Blown Jones Human
Misery Index. Would make more sense for we of the real world.
%$#@!
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| Solar dryer fail |
Speaking of reality: instantly save a sphincter-load of
electricity by drying your clothes with the Gigantic Sky Orb. If stormed upon,
as pictured, a bonus: “rainwater fresh,” for freakin’ free! Acid rain? Acid
wash! No worries, harried launderers, the Orb always works, eventually.
%$#@!
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| Camp Verde AZ |
“Our capacity for empathy is why the reality of war is
usually kept from us or delivered in measured, manipulative doses—our wounded,
perhaps, but not theirs, or those of our wounded who make for uplifting
stories, but not those who are severely mutilated. And we face choices about
how we live, because we are implicated.”
--Rebecca Solnit, from The Separating Sickness, Harper’s
Magazine, June 2013.
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