I believe that the Internet was one of the root causes of 9/11.
No, I am not a nut bag but I am a person whose life was radically
altered by the inability to get a job.
In 1994, I quit a high paying technology job in state government
for a brief vacation followed by the beginning of my own business as a
technology consultant. My business ultimately failed for a series of
bad decisions that had nothing to do with anything other than my bad
judgment. But the trend toward privatization, or ‘privateering’ as I like
to call it, certainly made the business climate tougher that a novice like
myself could handle.
After a long stint of filing many job applications and being
rejected summarily, I realized two things. Everyone questions why a
58 year old person is unemployed and that the world, as I had known it,
had changed. Suddenly a lot of the work that I used to do was being
done in Asia and the Middle East.
It was then that I went to work as a Wal-Mart stock boy. Stocking
is a mindless activity and gives one a lot of time to think. Your hands
ache from opening countless cases of whatever because the only thing that
matters is your case count. Your back aches from adopting whatever
posture is the best for putting out maximum stock because all that matters
is your case count.
If some well-figured, well-spoken person had come along in this
time and whispered in my ear, “It’s a conspiracy of yellow devils.”, I
wouldn’t have believed him. But suppose, instead, he had said,
“They will work for one fifth the money, they have no loyalty to the US,
and their values will destroy America as we know it today.”, I still
wouldn’t have believed him but I would have thought about it. That makes
me or anyone fodder for a more radical viewpoint.
One becomes radical by degrees not by quantum leaps. When the
Internet made the global desktop possible and business could inexpensively
exploit, and I use that term intentionally, the global labor pool, they
set us all one against the other and that is rare earth for the radical
Violence is a product of fear.
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