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In liquid clouds intertwined with Earth the weary did try to fly. Without wings, without strings, without wax, they did fall beneath the surface, flailing in the night. We're now moving irreconcilably towards 1932 with all that means politically, spiritually and personally. Ms. Iceberg meets Mr. Ocean Liner, in mid-ocean with no land in sight, without a friendly port. The captain walks the bridge proudly, because the accident wasn't his fault. The Captain's just trying to fix things, by offering the multitudes in the freezing water, swimming lessons and a cheery video.
"Slower growth in productivity might have become the norm," ~ Ben Bernanke, from the October 29, Fed Meeting. Either Bernanke had an epiphany, some angel appearing before him offering divine guidance or Ben's been lying to us all along. For the full length of his term, as president of the Federal Reserve Board, Ben Bernanke has echoed the promises of Herbert Hoover: "prosperity is just around the corner." But now, with the clock running down on his term, his blissful retirement awaits, Bernanke comes clean, but offers the cure as the same cheap, easy money and lots of it.
If this were a movie, this is the where a montage of angry Weimar Germans running across the Potsdamer Platz are spliced to a backdrop of stock photos of American bread lines from the last Great Depression. It gives the impression Mickey Rooney and Buddy Hackett are flying the plane, too scared to try anything. Nobel Prize winner in economics, Edmund Phelps offers, "We're in a slow-growth period of unknown duration,". Translated, he tells us what we already know and then adds his professional annotation, "I don't know".
The Fed gives a host of reasons for this plague of slow growth, but the answer, in simple Alabama English is, "you can't do business with folks who ain't got no money." Look no further than Wal-mart, the nation's largest employer, paying its workers less than $9 an hour, while Wall Street stock values rise 25% a year. Feel the friction of tectonic plates, high-flying paper profits, scrubbing a continent raw against a permanent population in grinding poverty. "In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is king."~ Erasmus
I recently watched the Ohio Jobs tutorial and certainly, I understand that such devices must be as generic and all-inclusive as possible. I'm not picking on Ohio specifically; each of the states have similar websites, with infomercial actors and actresses, portraying ordinary folks, just like you and me, only in new clothes and fresh haircuts. And sure, everyone needs a tune-up on their resume. Their paid expert suggested I change the font and add an inspiring word to the heading like "Contribute!" to grab an HR director's attention. Sure, why not? I'm leaning towards either "Past Due!" or "Meth Rocks!" for my Resume. And don't forget those out-of-state resources, they advised, maybe you could find a job out-of-state and become some other states problem.
About the author: David Glenn Cox is a senior staff writer for TLR and an award winning author and musician; he is the author of the novel, "The Servants of Pilate."