- Soon as Bush is re-appointed and the War Against Islam
takes off in earnest, there will be jobs aplenty for guys like me.
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- Guys like me -- unemployed and our careers shipped to
China and India -- will have the pick of the crop, so long as we don't
mind working at Circle K, Wal-Mart, K-Mart, or the neighborhood Gas &
Go.
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- Because appreciable numbers of kids -- or I should say
middle class and poor kids -- will be slogging through the depleted uranium
wastelands of Iraq and Iran and Syria. Rich kids, naturally, have "other
priorities," as did Dubya's brain, Dick Cheney, during the last unwinnable
war.
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- Here in America our lanes of commerce will be manned
and womanned by those in menopause, those in the late stages of male pattern
baldness, those with bad backs and knees and arthritic joints, and those
taking Lipitor and Centrum Silver.
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- Granted, working at Circle K, selling discounted cigarettes
and gas at $2.00 or more a gallon is anything but an ideal job, but then
middle age and formerly middle class beggars cannot afford to be choosers,
especially when you consider our Caesar has so destroyed the economy there
are not enough jobs now created to keep up with people entering the workforce,
let alone the outsourced hordes.
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- Conscription, or mandatory bullet-stopper duty, will
set things straight, and likely for the rest of my life since Bush promises
war spanning multiple generations.
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- If I can only hang on for another eight months or so
there will be all manner of menial jobs to choose from. I keep hearing
the draft will arrive in June, 2005. There will be a great sucking sound
in the Taco Bells and Radio Shacks as youngsters receive their notifications
to report to the nearest slave trading center, er induction center.
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- But as Britney Spears told Michael Moore, all the kids
gotta do is trust their president. No doubt Ms. Spears will be putting
in her time on the USO circuit.
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- Once again there will be HELP WANTED signs up and down
Main Street.
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- Of course, I will have to move, since this apartment
is too expensive, and I'll have to sell the car (or wait for the bank to
repossess), and stop buying things like books and camera equipment. No
health insurance, either. I'll have to live with the kidney stones (my
doctor said they will probably come back after he expensively removed a
few earlier this year) and I'll have to swear off the cholesterol medicine
as well.
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- Hell, I may get sick and pass out while on the night
shift at the Circle K, but no ambulance for me because I will not be able
to afford it or the emergency room, not while making a dime an hour over
the minimum wage.
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- But I guess I can't complain.
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- After all, I'm not 25 (or 38) and will not be dodging
culvert bombs on the road to Tehran.
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- Future generations will be thankful in a macabre sort
of way -- there will likely be a booming trade in the prosthesis business.
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- Naturally, there is always the possibility all those
fake arms and legs will be manufactured in China.
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