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Thursday, April 30, 2015

ya gotta have a plan, man.

Despite my constantly referring to your ilk, I am actually more of an ilk person than you are in that I identify more with my ilk than you do with yours,  I guess part of the reason for that is that it is the ilks who get things done, who pass the bills and make the laws.  You and I can flap our jaws till kingdom come, and nothing will get done.  If we want it done we have to get our ilks to do it.  Maybe it won't be something the ilks had in mind, and maybe they will try to do it, but won't be successful because the other ilk is too strong. 

But a man ought to have a plan, right?  Even if there is no chance it will ever happen, he still ought to have a plan, because otherwise he is like one of those guys who never votes and then complains about the gummint.  He oughta have a plan because when he has been ranting for the last three beers and boring the hell out of the guys on either side of his stool, and one of them finally says, "OK Buddy, what's your plan," he oughta have something more to say, "Fuck all the assholes."

See then the guys would submit his plan to the crucible and tinker with it until it was logically sound and then they could present it to their ilk, who would slap their foreheads and declare "By gum, that is a crackerjack plan," and they'd write it up, and send it to their committee, and those guys would tinker with it, and then they'd have to try to get it past the other ilk, who would attach amendments and whatever and finally there would be something they would agree with and that's how the Fuck All The Assholes bill became law.

Just kidding, sort of.  Anyway our two plans are surprisingly similar.  I would differ a bit on your plan for the poor to work on highways because that job is already being done by highway workers so you would just be taking away their jobs, and then you would have to pay the poor, so it's not like you would be saving any money, and do you really want to drive your streak of lightning car along highways built by people who were forced to build it, and maybe took a shortcut here and there so they could get home early? 

Hey, I read a science fiction story once where machines are doing everything and there is nothing left for people to do, and it makes this guy just feel so useless and depressed, and then he hears about this job.  All this machinery that is doing everything is clanking around all day, and its screws get loose, and they need to be tightened.  Well it's not much of a job, just walking around with a screwdriver and tightening things, but it's something that needs to be done, and it brings a spring to his step. 

So delighted is he, and his wife, who doesn't have to put up with a sulking useless bum all day, that they have a little party and invite their best pals, Sue and Stu, and they eat and they drink, but before it gets too late they have to get up and go because Stu has to work in the morning.  Our hero is pleased, his pal, Stu, has a job too.  When pressed for details, Stu tells him that he is on the loosening crew.

I like makework, not something as stupid as in that story, but something that is modestly useful, picking up papers on the street, some kind of labor intensive work on our infrastructure.  Just as you are breaking with your ilk by wanting to hire the poor, I am going to break with my ilk by wanting to bully them a little.

You know some of the poor do make a spectacle of themselves when you want them to do some kind of work for their supper and lodging.  This is slavery, I have heard them complain, but then everybody who works for pay is a slave, and so what? 

I was talking to a friend who worked with the poor many years ago, and she was saying that one problem with getting poor people jobs is that they were just not in the habit of working, of getting up every weekday and going to work.   They would work a couple days and then take a day or two off.  They would show up a few hours late and think what's the fuss?  They showed up didn't they? 

I don't know how much work you get out of people who have to show up, but I think it's a start, and I think I will leave The Plan there for this morning.

The way I remember what I learned in school was that their were three main races, the white, the yellow, and the black, but they weren't really races since they could interbreed, and because they could interbreed most people were a mixture of them.  Nordics was more of a type within the white 'race,' blonde hair and blue eyes and long faces I think, and maybe something about their noses, maybe snubby because of the cold.  Slavic is just a language group, physically no different than those awful Germans who when they went uninvited into Poland found guys who looked just like Germans, and if their earlobes measured just right they could become part of the Reich.  Crazy stuff, Man.

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