Not anywhere near a record, mind you, but it is looking blissfully less cold in my neck of the woods.
Not that we got that many trees left, either.
So, I beat feet to the library to get on a public computer.
Just so I wouldn't miss a Tuesday on getting out the message Tuesday.
You got a message you need to get out?
You got steempeak, and can schedule your message for a Tuesday?
Join us, maybe somebody will bring cookies,...
sbp
Well, welcome aboard!
Here is my message for this Tuesday.
Keep working, stop paying!
or, as they say in #yelling!
KEEP WORKING, STOP PAYING!
It really is as simple as that, dear reader.
When we workers figure out that we can simply continue to deliver our products to the dock for pick up by the delivery guys, gals, and drones, the world will not fall apart.
In fact, it would go on without a hitch.
The only folks impacted are those that aren't doing the direct labor, or management there of.
Ask yourself, do I check each day to see that accounting got their numbers in a row?
No?
Why would ya?
The machine is well oiled, right?
Tell the folks that used to do the accounting to find something more productive to do, or join with the bums.
Except for the war, killing, and destruction parts of the economy, which, will be immediately disrupted.
If it is your job to kill people, make things that can be used to kill people, or are secretary of state, president, or congressional leadership, then get a new job moron.
Stop teaching people how to continue the killing with impunity, ya bastards.
Jeebus, do I have to spell this out for you?
IF YOUR JOB INVOLVES KILLING INNOCENT PEOPLE, DESTRUCTION OF PROPERTIES NOT YOUR OWN, OR ORDERING THE SAME, GET A GRIP, PLEASE!
If your job is none of the above, but you revere those kinds of folks, just go ahead and do us all a favor, fall on your sword.
When you meekly pay your taxes, you pay the criminals killing Yemeni skool kids.
Thanks, a lot!
We are not your slaves to make your products while you slather expensive bs on your neck wrinkles.
Some of us may worship such a lifestyle as desirous, but seriously, nobody in contact with reality wants to starve kids in Haiti simply for cheap socks.
At least, I hope not.
So, there it is, keep working, stop paying.
My message for #deliverthemessagetuesday.
