An Industrialist Dream

We are stuck in an industrialist dream, and conservative winds are to blame. In a world rapidly approaching (never quite there) computed singularity, a cure to cancer, and answers to life's most basic questions, we sometimes get hung up on the things we are so used to. It is as though the air has settled, and the American empire is at the top of its game, and has no chance of decline. People go day to day, completing the same monotonous tasks over and over, such as working the same shift at a McDonald's from 8-4 everyday, or repeating small little tongue twisters over and over in an attempt to get the clearest and most efficient language as possible (believe me, this is very tedious work) without taking notice of the changing world around them.

Why, just last week I was sitting on my street corner in the ungodly hours of the morning patiently awaiting my 6 AM bus, and up to me walks a man with a satchel on that is severely weighing down his shoulder. When I inquired as to what was inside, he responded with a justification for why he was carrying what he was carrying without even explaining what it was in his pouch. After a moment I realized that he was carrying a typewriter inside, for as he explained it, "computers these days are just too hard to use, I wouldn't try to navigate that window thingy for my life! It is just too god damn complicated for me".

In all honesty it is not that hard to learn how to use a computer, he was just more used to his typewriter, and was unwilling to make the switch over to computed typing (I take solace in the fact that he will most likely never read this, for as we know, those window thingies are much to complicated for him). For the rest of his life he has concreted his reliance on a type writer. He has closed any possibility for escape, he has solidly resisted change.

Every great society has its typewriter moments, but I feel as though our current economic state, reeking of outdated economic policies and the same stale body odor of the big wigs that have haunted the halls of Congress since its establishment may be falling into a typewriter induced sleep, possibly, a monotonous industrialist dream....