All day
long--measure, cut, assemble. At the end,
there it is, offcuts like entrails
arrayed before the seer. Let us look deep
into haruspicy: the future
looks
eviscerated. I went to lunch at an Indian
buffet. No other customers. Not
a good sign, and it would
repeat, but I did have a nice con-
versation with the young waiter who shared
his goal of get-
ting into the trades. He asked if I was
union and I told him I
work for myself. "That is best!" His plan
was to apprentice
himself, with spare time side jobs. He was
eager to work.
"40 hours a week? That is nothing! I
can do twice that!"
It's tragic to see the ambitions of
immigrants
and refugees punished by xenophobic front
men for extractive industries cloaking their
grift in white ethnostate posturing,
playing the poor against each
other using skin and creed.
Listen up! Nazis
and corporate
fascists are on
the march....
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