Workingman's World

1. In an ahistorical fog: all the Ways home, all the signposts, treacherously hidden by greedy men and women: all eyes off the ball: mere contemptible bourgeois folly. 2. The rain is unending, the wind howls, the flooded river races, its banks rapidly disappearing in this darkness at noon. Laid bare by the flashing, crackling lightning, the wagon teams and terrified, shouting horsemen careen downstream. Deafening thunder booms rolling. In the swollen, swirling river, w/ eyes wide in panic, the horses kick wildly, their neighing strangled and silenced by the dark, rushing flow as they disappear beneath it. Both the beasts and the men are doomed, but for one of each. That horseman, cursing, desperately leaps unto the back of that horse, making its way struggling, swimming to the shoreline, w/ their safety certain, a horse changed midstream. 3. The Robot Fighters: savvy, Western workers upright and true, foresighted and brave: like the proverbial "physicians healing themselves" they throw themselves fervently into putting their "own house in order" first: Toppled and wrestled under human control, each and every evilly spying machine; all the cruel, unheeding AI stopped dead in its tracks; all the poisonous tools of the trade laid down in righteous protest, w/ irrepressible Luddite spirit: Alive, the fearless Machine Fighters forced into action, wisely not waiting for irremediable, dystopian 4,000 AD before making their move. 4. Greasy grasping fingers: the fly in the ointment: usury unchecked. ***** Curtains, thrown open wide: the startling, stark light of day: usurious vampyres scatter, run for their lives.* *"The reason why the Persians [sic] were always slaves and always will be is that they could never say 'No'." --- Thucydides, ancient Athenian historian and general