Showing posts with label jobs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jobs. Show all posts

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Scapegoat I

This is something I wrote years ago about someone I used to work with in a restaraunt long, long ago and far, far away. Last night I dreamed I was back at that job. It's strange I always dream about the jobs I hated and not the ones I loved. I still haven't figured out why.

Scapegoat I

Now I'll be your scapegoat,
And I'll take the blame for it,
But when it all comes down to it,
You know we all see through it.
Your big empty promise to the ruling man.

You put a price tag on my trust,
And you sold it out at the very first.
And now I KNOW you'd fuck me and everyone else
Just to save yourself.

You'll never earn the respect
For which you strive.
Your soul's been killed.
We can see it in your eyes.
The only way you think
Is in dollar signs.
You'll sell your own salvation
Right out from under you.

The captain rat
Of the sinking ship.
The water's rising.
You don't know what to do.
Climb across the heads
Of your drowning crew.
Make for the empty promise
Of a non-existent island.

Hope never existed.
It was just a calculated lie.
Given to the frightened girl
Who was too tired to discern truth from lie.
Too weary to fight or think
Only to nod and march in place.
Being a place holder for a write-off
Is not such a bad thing.
People learn to enjoy being burned
Everyday.

Whether it's masochism or stupidity
The end is all the same.
The pointless fight within the broken dream.
Beating the dead horse
In order to break the stick.
Bloody fists
Hammering an unbreakable wall of razors.
Edged yet pointless
Just like you.
The liar.
The hypocrite.
The abandoned.
The inept.
Generally flaccid
Is all you can Manage.
That's why you're my favorite General Manager!!!

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Illegal aliens that “took arrr jorbs!”

I’m going to have to politely request that you put down your I-phones and Blackberrys for a moment, put down that Starbucks Mocha Latte’, and pay close attention to what I’m about to tell you. Are you ready? O.K. Here it goes….. Mexican’s are not human trash. They are not lazy, shiftless, or inherently evil either. It’s kind of earth shattering isn’t it? I know it has to be fairly surprising for a lot of you to hear that. Especially since our government has told you the exact opposite for years.

I’m sure you’ve even had some helpful fellow Americans fill you in on all the horrible, malicious things these people have done to you, your country, and even your children’s futures. Living in the south, I’m reminded of this every day. Usually by some 65 year old white guy, with a sixth grade education, who uses the “N” word in every fifth sentence of the conversation. These shining pinnacles of intellectual excellence are a delight to behold, and I treasure the time I get to share with them (usually at the check out lane at the local Wal-mart). One of these fun people even took the time, one day, to point out to me the structural similarities held between Michelle Obama’s face and that of an ape. Unfortunately, I was so overjoyed with his insight, I forgot to tell him about George Bush’s likeness to a chimpanzee with Down’s syndrome. It’s such fucking fun living in the bible belt! But I digress. Back to the subject at hand.

The truth, in fact, is that most Mexican’s have families like yours and mine. They have hopes and dreams. They feel love for one another. A lot of them even go to church on Sunday. Shocking, isn’t it? Considering we’re currently trying to build a wall on our border to keep these people away from us, you would probably be more inclined to think of them as a zombie plague than decent human beings. Don’t tell anyone, but I once heard (from a trusted Christian source) that they even have souls and are allowed into heaven if they behave themselves.

I know what you’re thinking. “So if these folks are so nice and wonderful, why in the hell are they taking all our jobs?!!”. Well, uh, because they have to. Look at it this way, if you could go to Canada and make enough money in a few months to support your family, back home, for a whole year, wouldn’t you do it? If your child needed an operation in order to save their life, and this was the only way to get the money to make it happen, wouldn’t you do it? Or would you stay at home and let your family live in severe poverty in order to keep from inconveniencing a bunch of fat Americans who can’t live a week without their I-phones and cable television? It’s not like we Americans don’t do the same thing. How many of you know people who get their medicine from Canada? As humans, we do what we have to for ourselves and the ones we love. Anything less is illogical and stupid.

With the amount of waste and excess we have in this country, can you really blame anyone in REAL need from wanting to finish off our leftovers? Most of the jobs that are taken by “illegals” are the jobs most American’s are “too good for” anyway. How many Americans on unemployment right now would be biting at the bit for a job working in the fields picking tomatoes? How many of the people who just got laid off from factory jobs in the automotive industry would happily accept a minimum wage job (or less in most cases), in the heat, with absolutely no benefits or health coverage? Now let me ask this question: If you were an employer, would you rather hire a hard working Mexican man with a family to support, or a spoiled American teenager who spends all day on the cell phone trying to fabricate a reason to leave work early?

While we’re addressing all these “stolen” jobs, lets stop for a minute and look at what our own country is doing to help hardworking Americans stay employed. We’re laying off our own workers in order for CEOs and execs to take expensive vacations and get bigger and bigger bonuses. We’re building factories in Mexico and other foreign countries in order to maximize profits, thus insuring bigger bonuses for corporate fat cats. As a matter of fact, as long as Mexico stays poor, we can continue to exploit their country for cheap production without running into all the extra shipping costs that come from production overseas. I guess we can still exploit cheap foreign labor if it’s not done locally. And as long as a majority of the public blames unemployment on Mexicans, they probably won’t pay attention to what the upstanding American corporations are doing. It all works out so well, you’d almost think someone planned the whole thing.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying that illegal immigration is not a problem. I’m just saying there is more to it all than “the powers that be” want us to think about and we can’t blame the Mexicans for trying to keep their families alive. In order to overcome this, we have to remove ourselves from the “us and them” mentality. We have to learn to accept everyone in the world as our fellow brothers in humanity. Just because someone lives on the other side of an imaginary line doesn’t mean they are any different from us. After all, we eat their cuisine, and drool over their beautiful men and women, yet we look down on them as if they are not as good as us Americans. This makes no sense and it has to quit. Considering our current economic crisis, we could very well be in their shoes before too long. How will we view ourselves if we end up sneaking into Canada to steal their table scraps?

As long as humanity allows itself to be divided with imaginary borders and political rhetoric spawned from greed, we will continue to destroy ourselves. If we stay divided, we will come into this new century as slaves, controlled by the wealthy powers of the world. Greed and money mongering (unlike love and hope) went global a long time ago. It is well established and currently has the people of the world in a chokehold. Money doesn’t care about borders. Nor does it let cultural or religious differences get in it’s way. If the money is there, “enemies” will shake hands and make deals, even at the expense of humanity as a whole. This has proven itself true over and over. How do you think Saddam Hussein originally got his first shot at serious power?

It’s time for the huddled masses to unite and go global. United, we can stand for something real and have a fighting chance at hope and happiness for ALL. Divided, we will surely fall and be exploited by the wolves in our own backyards. This is what they bank on. As long as we perceive each other as evil or insane, we’ll never get together and realize that after all this time, WE are not what is sabotaging hope, THEY are. As long as the poor people of the world are kept sick, divided, and uneducated, they know they have us where they want us.

So in closing, I’d just like to say, keep hating your fellow man if that’s what makes you feel good. Stay scared of people that are different if you feel you must. Believe all the bullshit that’s fed to you if it makes you feel proud of yourself. Try to convince yourself that any of this petty shit matters. The rest of us have bigger and better things to do than hate our fellow man. We’ve got a date with a paradigm shift that’s gonna make the richest people in the world shit their pants.

MooseHammer out Goddammit!!

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Dreary And Dutiful

Hopeless workers
Dutiful and bleak.
Caged within the maze
Of stainless steel countertops
And tile floors pristinely deck-brushed.

Feeding the machine
That has no discernable head.
Only a boardroom of hungry shareholders
And insistent e-mailers.

Corporate catch-phrases
And unnecessary exclamation points
Pound into our heads
At every wrong turn.

From top to bottom
They slave the game,
Where there are no winners,
Only eventual losers and sub-par performers.

Oh come to me ye’ stomach ulcers,
Heart palpitations, and tooth clenching promises of hope that haunt in the night.
Self-sodomizations for off-days
And family promises betrayed and unkept.

If ever there was a god of the food industry
It would be have to be Kali.
Ravaging and destroying in the most extreme,
Yet subtly promising in distinct instances.

Why do we walk this plank?
This empty promise of eventual self-demise.
Are we just crazy
Or the dreamers of an impossible dream?

Why have I fucked myself into this thorny corner?
Why have I put a price tag on my life’s time?
Why do any of us keep coming back for more?
How can there be hope when the guests are all insane?

It’s all questions now.
I’m just digging for the magikal answer.