Weary – we ar y we are why? Another restless sleep, weary from circuitous thinking, leaves me zombie-like on this cloudy Wednesday morn. Coffee dripping, I hear you. Faster, please.
America dying. T’was a young nation with so much hope. Weary from the corporate break down of everything that worked for so many. It’s the New Deal slash-and-burn.
Corporate – corp = body (cuerpo in Spanish and corps in French) and ate. Body ate, indeed the rapacious and repugnant eating of body, ruining the planet in the name of profligate greed. Dictionary definition: (kôrpr-t, kôrprt)
“Made a corporate effort to finish the job.” Oh, that’s my favorite. Indeed, it is true. To finish the job of pirating all that does not belong to the to the corporation. Thus, I am weary of the automation of our jobs, the automation of teaching, the creation of college automatons to serve the corporation. And everyone else? Serve the automatons who sit in your restaurants and cafes chained to their tech toy and not paying an ounce of human attention to you. There are other automatons on the other side of this mini spaceship in my hand that I must attend to. It might even be…the corporation.
Oy, I am weary. We are y?