I am a communist. I note that short term pain is code for something is going to be removed. For the disabled, it will mean food. It will mean medications. I know that is not what you want to hear. But the measuring itself is an institution of massive variables. I notice that there are many children playing in the hurricane rubble here in Appalachia. It was odd. No Head Start. Now, there’s a great way to find and keep a job. Let’s hope it’s a safe rubble. Let’s hope it will be a sane economic rubble when all the suits are done with their feeding frenzies. No Head Start means no food.

Now, sit down with your 4-year-old, and you are going to tell them the story of how tariffs and bankruptcy after bankruptcy are two peas in a corporate pod. Money can be spread around in many ways such as indentured servitude and the whip. I mean, workers and supply and demand. Has any economist in the entire world ever even been in a slaughterhouse. How do you measure morality in a culture, anyway. You don’t. You explain to the masses through bullhorns in helicopters that it’s all for our own good. All you need to do is work harder. All you need to do is work faster. Who are these guys who think parenting and three jobs in the family is a game of economic musical chairs. It’s always caste and class. Work harder with less. I am looking out of my little writing window, and those kids are out there in the incomprehensible rubble the adult world has made of things.