Psst...

Hey! Slave!

Yes... You.

What kind of person lives on the minimum of everything to barely get by? Who works a little harder or a little longer each day to get a little more? “Who gets up every morning to do what others want them to do?

Yes. A slave. And you're there.

You know those drug tests you take randomly? They're there to make sure you're capable of losing focus when your mind is consumed by obeying the smallest requests. That way, they can slowly turn the thumbscrews on you. On your beliefs. Turn you into a slave. Or a suicide bomber. Or a religious nut. Or an employee.

But right now what I want to talk about to you is jobs.

Jobs... rhymes with mobs, bobs, blobs, cobs, globs, lobs, robs, and sobs. Without dobs and nobs being sort of neutral, the odds of *obs meaning something nasty is overwhelming. Of course jobs must be evil, or it wouldn't be named so.

You just know that the terms blow-jobs and hand-jobs were named by women.

Yes. Jobs is another four letter word. Nobody says occupation, employment, opportunities, positions, challenges, or tasks. It's always Jobs. Subconsciously, we all know jobs has a dreadful connotation. Jobs.

The really funny thing about jobs is that they really are meaningless. Do you remember that dream we used to have back in the 60's? ...that technology would release everyone from the rigors of work? Remember watching episodes of Star Trek that showed us what the universe could be like?

We really have reached that place and time, but technology got hijacked by greed. The egos of the rich and powerful found it more fun to enslave people than machines. “We can't let them fly, or we won't be able to control them.” “We've got to have infrastructure to keep them needing us.” “We'll make them pay more for basic necessities.” “We'll make them continue to burn our oil.” “Slaves are more fun than machines.” “We'll make them go to war for us.” “They can die for us.”

We really don't want jobs. We want our dreams. They're just over the hill and they're being held from us. We're told not to ask for our dreams, but to ask for those nasty things... jobs. Politicians and CEO's call them jobs, too. Jobs.

It seems we need to be slaves in order to live.

Yuck.

That's what we're protesting.

I'm pissed. I'll be on the holodeck. Hold all my calls.

Jobs.

Sheeeesh!!