Friday, July 1, 2016

Vol.198: Burn the Witch

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Precariat: From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
In sociology and economics, the precariat is a social class formed by people suffering from precarity, which is a condition of existence without predictability or security, affecting material or psychological welfare. Unlike the proletariat class of industrial workers in the 20th century who lacked their own means of production and hence sold their labour to live, members of the Precariat are only partially involved in labour and must undertake extensive "unremunerated activities that are essential if they are to retain access to jobs and to decent earnings". Specifically, it is the condition of lack of job security, including intermittent employment or underemployment and the resultant precarious existence.[1]The emergence of this class has been ascribed to the entrenchment of neoliberal capitalism.[2][3]

Civilizations come and civilizations go. It's just a fact; it's simple really. There comes a time when a breaking point has been reached and there is nothing left to save; nobody can do anything about it, it just is.

Are we seeing the slow decay of time's neo-capitalistic noose around the neck of Europe? Are we seeing the inevitable results of a financial downturn not seen since the Great Depression and the natural pull back into a nationalistic frame of mind? How else does anyone explain the popularity of Donald Trump? The Brexit? Scapegoats are everywhere and anything can be sacrificed for the greater good, whether it be migrants, laws, morals, the environment. Nothing is off limits if it makes you feel better.

The precarious nature of the current state of existence for the world's most populous worker is just another sign that the water is beginning to boil and the frog in the pot is representative of the 1%. Sooner or later, the barbarians will storm the gates, unless of course we continue to be sedated with thoughtless pastimes, than nothing will happen. The linear quality of time will move forward without the slightest bump, except for the rising of temperatures.

It is an accepted fact that the companies we work for may pronounce in human relations friendly terms during new employee orientations that they hold nothing but our best interests at heart, but we know better; it is the shareholders they are concerned for; profits and nothing more. Everything and everyone is expendable and until the world's labor rises up to form a worldwide labor union, the scattered remains of production will continue to be moved across the board where the labor is the cheapest.

The work-life balance is that for many of us, we are going to have to work for the rest of our lives.

It is with this dread and storm cloud covered sky that she comes riding on her Benghazi broomstick. The unnatural laughter rising in pitch as her political smile widens. Her held high and her private server in the far corners of all of our minds. According to her spell that she has cast, it is her turn. Like a child's board game instead of a democratically elected process, it is her entitlement, it is her turn to wear the mantle. Unlike her husband, little is known of her sex-life, but she just may be the Book of Revelation's Whore of Babylon. She has chosen the paths of least resistance to get to where she is, standing on the threshold of greatness, and maybe, just maybe, years from now the truth will come out, that the whole thing was rigged. So, I for one will continue to feel the Bern and demand like our nation of pitchforks, all of us knowing better than the other, to the Burn the Witch!!! Burn the Witch!!!

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