I road the bus to work. We all work in the same facility. We live around Chicago and our company was bought
out and moved to Genoa. It is cheaper
for the business owner to have us work there.
Actually, and acruelly, he expected us to quit and he’d higher cheaper
workers to do what we do. He doesn’t
know what we do. We actually engineer
and get the engineered objects to work.
So, the bus is rented by us who
live in some of the Chicago Suburbs and one of us is paid, by donations of us
riders, to drive it. He stops at seven
parking lots in several suburbs each morning.
A few of us from each suburb parks in an available parking lot, usually
behind a hotel or in a food market area.
I drive to the parking lot and switch off with three others in my
village to transport us to save our own gas and ride in a vehicle we rent to go
to work.
After we leave the final parking,
which is near a coffee shop so that several of us can drink coffee on the way
to work, we sit and read and communicate and sleep. We stop three times along the way for a
few of us to go to the bathroom. We drive through woods on both sides of the road which has out
houses for various transporters and transportees.
I usually read, mostly science
fiction or past philosophies. Two other
people in our bus share books we own.
When we park in our factory’s parking lot, I go to the cafeteria to get
something to eat as I type away at my computer work desk. The company agreed to let our various work
groups to start at the specific times we worked out and to finish our eight
hour days, plus one half hour for lunch, (three ten minute bathroom breaks are
included in our paid eight hours, so it makes no sense to not make scents three
times a day, so most of us go to the bathroom, whether we need to or not). Sure, we don’t want to work and not get paid
for it. However, I, and many of us, work
and not get paid for it a week each month at home when we are on call and must be
at home after work to use our lap tops to correct what went wrong on the other
shifts. Even though we do not like the
way we are treated we want to work, and are proud of the work we do, not of the
people we work for.
One time, I had borrowed a
science fiction space thriller paperback from one of my fellow riders. I kept it in the trunk of my car when I
parked for going to work. Unfortunately,
at one time, someone pasted some sort of tape over part of my license plate which
caused my car to get towed away when I was at work. I finally got my vehicle back but the towing
people emptied my car’s trunk and sold and threw away what they found. At least they said that they threw my stuff
away. I apologized to my fellow worker
who had lent me that book. He said that
he feels sorry for me so I do not have to replace that book for him. That weekend, I found a copy of that book at
a local paperback store and bought it and gave it to my fellow passenger that
Monday.
Riding along to work, we began
some political discussions. I was told
that George Bush stated he had ‘Proof.’ The
truth was, of all that he did was ‘Poof.’
He said he had proof of Iraq’s Weapons of Mass Destruction. Proof
that Iraq was a major supporter of al-Qaida. Proof that John Kerry did
not deserve a Purple Heart or a Bronze Star. George Bush made a heroic landing
on the USS Lincoln with the proud sign “Mission Accomplished.” But what was the real mission accomplished? There were no details proving Iraq had
Weapons of Mass Destruction. Those
details shown that Iraq fought actively against al-Qaida. The details awarded John Kerry a Bronze Star,
a Silver Star, and three Purple Hearts.
And George Bush soon began using the terms “Allegorical Proof.” You might ask, “What is an Allegory?” An Allegory is a Story. It is made up. With John Kerry there were “Details.” With George Bush there were “Denials.” The Devil is in the Details.
When us people on the bus look at
Life, we can easily see things in “Black” and “White.” Other people claim they can tell right away
who they like and who they don’t like.
Who is good and who is bad. Who
they trust and who is a Gang Banger.
Then there are others I’ve met who see individuals. They see many shades, many sides, many details. Again, the Devils are in the Details.
Like with Ted Cruz’s father, that
one who is a pastor with the Purifying Fire International Ministry. Ted hates the Devil. He tells us that
Evolution is not mentioned in the Bible.
Ted hates the Devils saying that Evolution is real and that we are all
related, and that we are all connected. It is another case of ‘What poisons one
can poison all.’ He also hates the Devil
of the facts about pollution. Most of us
on the bus agreed that If you believe in God and even if there might be a
Devil, you believe that Man is causing (and can try to correct) Global Warming.
We feel that we are lucky (ha-ha)
that there are Congressmen that fight the Devil. They are fighting hard to block our voter
registrations. They are bravely fighting
to get rid of the Details of your vote.
Our conversations also looked at
education. Public school teachers had to
learn and have to teach the details about mathematics, science, history, and
English. Private schooling and home
schooling is much more religious in those matters.
What about legalized
citizens? We tell each other to look at
all those awful details. The ungodly
details of people earning livable wages, paying taxes, and working in health
conscious conditions. We should not have
to put up with those Devils. If You really
are close to God then your company pays people under the table and writes off
the expenses.
At the gas station some of us
talked about the Independent Petroleum Association of America that had been
ramping up commercials lately justifiably scaring us with their concerns about
harmful oil production regulations, regulations giving life to details about
methane emissions, carbon footprints, and greenhouse gases. Get rid of these regulations! Get rid of
these Details!
Do we remember that ICON a lot of
our politicians have? It wasn’t our
country but when we are more like them, we will be great again. A lot of them have a Cross on their country’s
flag. They got rid of a lot of their
Devils by burning those books, our books, a lot of people’s books. They used Gas Chambers too.
Talk about voting, and
vetoing. During a past Presidential
Election, the candidates were asked about women they would advance for
government positions. One candidate
listed the details of who he would nominate and for what positions. All the other candidate stated was that he
had “Binders full of women.” That one
knew how to avoid the Devil.
During another Presidential
Election we discussed one nominee who stated her details about raising the
national minimum wage, why fracking should not be allowed to continue (fires,
poisoning, earthquakes, etc.), and the connection of crime rates, gun bans, and
background checks. (It is a Devilish
Detail that a hunter who just wants to put food on his family’s table does not
want or need an Assault Rifle.) That was one sick, evil, Devilish
candidate. The other candidate just
stated, “I’ll be the greatest Jobs President that ‘God Ever Created.’” You never heard any Devilish Details from
him. That first candidate released over
ten years of her tax returns. The Godly
candidate refused to release any details about his paying income tax. The wife of the God Fearing candidate made a
highly religious effort too. She refused
to state details about her becoming an American Citizen. She sued the news media because they
presented details about her being a “Paid Escort” in the 1990’s. During her
husband’s nominating convention, she refused to state any details herself, she
used the words of a past President’s wife.
You got no details from her.
We jokingly agreed that it is a
good thing to get rid of regulations. When you look at businesses. Manufacturing, sales, whatever. If you have regulations, that means you have
to test things. You test lots of
things. Think about all those evil
Details that testing produces. Details
that smoking causes cancer. Details that
Sugared Soda causes diabetes. Details that poorly constructed hover boards blow
up and kill you.
Finally, what we talked about was
health. Many of us remembered Martin
Shkreli from Turing Pharmaceuticals. We
discussed about him producing Daraprim. That’s a toxoplasmosis drug. The details are that it used to cost sick
people $13.50 a tablet. It now costs
pregnant women and families with babies $750.00 a tablet. The EpiPen from the Mylan company used to
cost $100. The details are that if you
have life threatening allergies it now costs you $600. And the Cancer Treatment Centers have been
fighting against a Devilish Little Detail.
That Detail is that they are fighting to patent Cancer Treatments.
Another
passenger just kept saying, “You’re another Zappa, you mangy mutt.”
And
the driver said, “Shhhhh! That old cracked maverick. Will make his
tires meet mine. Abound around by
ego. All our thoughts are slow. Hey, half-track! We’ve had enough attacks. And our whole
conversation fell apart.”
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