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fcundaticnsofdecay · 7 months

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status: closed

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with: @darkwants

it was supposed to be a punishment, that much everly knew. her so called boyfriend had wanted to prove that she was nothing without him. that had been before ezra had come onto that platform. it had been ages since she had been put on display on the platform. it was a form of entertainment for everyone who wasn't on it. women who were misbehaving were put in stocks. sometimes those that weren't claimed were put on display for public use. she wasn't claimed but her boyfriend never wanted her up there. yet she had pissed him off one time too many. she hadn't been expecting anyone to approach but then ezra had. she had decided to prove her own point and it had worked.

she had been shocked when ezra told her where he worked. of course she remembered how he said if she wanted to find him, she could. her ex had been royally pissed but she had gone back to the housing complex. she was left alone for a few days before she decided to venture out on her own. due to the dress code for unclaimed women, she had to wear something with easy access. lingerie was more or less what she was allowed in. she opted for a red bodysuit and they allowed her some jean shorts that barely covered what should be. she had grown up hearing stories about what it had been like before the laws had been put in place. it had been in the name of helping the population but everyone had known what it really was.

she stepped inside the garage and was frozen when she realized how many employees were milling about. she was wondering if she had made a mistake given she didn't have a collar to protect her. she realized none of them had noticed her but she heard ezra's voice. she didn't let herself overthink it and forced herself to clear her throat," hey," she breathed," you told me where i could find you." she held out her arms as if to show that she was there," hope you don't mind."

#c: everly #darkwants: everly ft ezra 08 #darkwants #v: when everyone else looks like a wrong answer ; she’ll settle for being my best guess #everly ft ezra

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ancientmacaromi · 8 months

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Both Superhorrorbro and Matpat have done a playthrough on The Bunny Graveyard(althought Matpat's still only halfway through)

I have hopes for a theory are a story explained video

I need content

#the bunny graveyard #superhorrorbro #game theory #I need more about the game #What are the handy pals #who is C #How is there another Skye #if it is an alternate dimension #is the Skye in the garden dimension...#dead?#was there even a Skye in the garden to begin with?#what did Fingertaker and 08 have and where can I get more of it #we saw th cursor at the end #but where's boxers?#are the handy pals okay?#is Ben okay?#please I need sustenance

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nonbinarysyaoran · 8 months

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#tsubasa reservoir chronicle #fai d flourite #c 03 #c 05 #c 06 #c 07 #c 08

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kyouka-supremacy · 1 year

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I've literally reached the point where whenever Chuuya shows up in ss/kk fics I actually root for Akutagawa to end up with him instead

#There's something wrong with me #chūya nakahara #ryūnosuke akutagawa #chuuaku #bsd #bungou stray dogs #mine #q.#Whenever Akutagawa is like “I can't fall for someone from a different organization” in sskk fics I'm like.#That's okay bestie time for plan B (that is plan C)#04/08/22

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screamiingsiilence · 2 months

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status: closed

with: @darkwants

based: things we plotted

it had been a number of days since the incident that had cost her the makeshift family she had formed. she had been trying to find a source for water. only to come back to see them being torn apart. she had done what she could to try to save them but it hadn't mattered. the last thing that she remembered was the sound of screams and then it had gone black. the moment that she had woken up she had realized that she wasn't out in the woods. instead she was in what seemed to be a makeshift infirmary. it hadn't taken long for her to realize that she had been dragged to one of the many communities that littered the so called world.

she had been declared healthy by the so called doctor. little did she know that was actually a bad thing. at least a bad thing as far as she was concerned. it had taken her all of five seconds to realize that the place wasn't what it seemed. sure there were happy smiling faces but there was something beneath the surface. she had been assigned to help with the garden. everyone seemed to have some sort of job but one thing she realized was that women were viewed as a resource. men were allowed to use them whenever and wherever they wanted. she had seen one of the guards take a woman on all fours the third day she was in the gardens.

she had been staying in the infirmary until they figured out where to put her. the one time she had asked about getting her weapons and supplies back, they told her it wasn't possible. she had been given a tour and the walls they had up were sturdy. they also had armed guards watching every exit. the leader had come to check on her only to explain that she had been granted a very special privilege. she was to be married off to a man who would take good care of her. she had spoken to a few of the other women who had explained marriage was the only form of protection.

the day of the wedding was upon them and she had no idea who her supposed husband would be. she had tried to run the night before only to be caught by one of the women she was rooming with. she had been told she'd be thrown in one of the pits if she tried to leave. that was how she found herself in a white dress and promising herself to a man that she knew nothing about save for his name, ezra. he had apparently just come back from a supply run. a party was being thrown which she didn't understand the need for.

she found herself sitting along the curb of the street while watching the others dance. each and every one of them were strangers. they had generators which was how music was even being played. it was kept low and it was the middle of the day. she was surprised when her now husband came to sit beside her. timidly she smiled even if her mind was racing," this is all just...a lot and feels..strange."

#c: billie #billie ft ezra #darkwants: billie ft ezra 08 #v: i am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart

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bojonascarlsson · 20 hours

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2024-06-05 Väderstation Heimdal, ViVa Landsort & Nynäs fiskehamn, Nynäshamn #nynäshamn #heimdal #landsort #viva

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masengineering · 4 months

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#electrical products #Thermoplastic #Polycarbonate #FRP Enclosure #Outdoor #UV resistance #UL 746C #Flammability rating UL 94 V0 #Glow wire tested 960°C #Electrical Insulated #Ingress Protection(IP)65/66 #Impact Resistance (IK) 08/09/10 #UL Listed

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illithidtouched · 7 months

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tag dump

#c: veraia #c: corinne #c: howie #c: kimkaline #c: bonnri #c: molga #02. answers #03. promos #05. headcanons #06. lore #07. crack #08. replies #01. prompts [specify a muse]#09. music #beef stroganoff [ooc]#04. edits

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opelman · 10 months

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USAF C-17 Globemaster III by David G. Schultz Via Flickr: Air Mobility Command, Travis AFB, California

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matsiwrld · 1 year

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zac posen c 08

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fcundaticnsofdecay · 9 months

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closed for: @darkwants

pairing: billie & ezra

based: things we plotted

all that billie wanted to do that day was catch up on some much needed rest. there was also the fact that she had a few chores she had been meaning to do. the chores being stuff that was outside. yet she had been forcefully ripped from sleep's embrace by her father yelling at the top of his lungs. plus he was slamming the broom into the ceiling since her room was above the kitchen. apparently he needed her to go to the grocery store. that was why she dragged herself out of bed far earlier than she had anticipated. after all she hadn't gotten home till about four in the morning. she glanced at the alarm clock on her nightstand to see it was only eight. she cursed but forced herself to get dressed. a yawn was escaping from her as she stumbled down the stairs only to find that he actually had written a list. what made her pause was how many six packs of beer he wrote down. normally she just bought a twelve pack but he was asking for her to buy two separate six packs. yet she knew better than to question unless she wanted her head ripped off.

by the time she returned home she had noticed what looked to be a moving truck in the house next door. it had been empty for the better part of a year due to the old woman who resided in being shipped off to a nursing home. she had noticed the for sale sign was gone a few weeks prior but had honestly forgotten about it. she shrugged before she carted everything inside. once it all was put away she was going to take care of the pile of dishes in the sink. only for her dad to appear, yawning as he told her to take one of the cases of beer over to the neighbor. she sighed before she was going to grab one of the cases. only to step back outside and make her way across the yard. a sigh escaped from her as she glanced around. the dull lifeless colors that greeted her just made her mood that much worse.

she pushed that thought from her mind as she stepped onto the front porch. of course she had to shift the beer in her grasp to actually knock on the door. part of her wasn't sure if she wanted whoever it was to be home or not. it was likely her luck that it would be some woman her dad wanted to make a good impression on. yet the moment the door opened, she found herself gasping loudly. the moment her eyes had landed on him it was like a flash and suddenly her vision was flooded with the blues, the greens and all the colors around them. it dawned on her right then what happened and she nearly dropped the beer as the thought hit," i just-holy-this isn't possible!" there was no way in hell she had a soulmate.

#c: billie #billie ft ezra #darkwants: billie ft ezra 08 #v: i break your heart and sever mine #darkwants

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saetoru · 11 months

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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。09:08 AM — GOJO SATORU.

contents. manga spoilers, satoru keeps the scars bc that’s character development ok, post canon, insecure! gojo / reverse comfort, you sit on his lap, ig angst to fluff, embarrassingly cheesy look away pls :,)

satoru, since he’s come home with those scars, has always evaded your hand. you’ve tried a few times, have reached out to cup those cheeks you miss holding—but he’s managed to grab your hand and kiss it every time.

it’s smooth—like everything else he does, satoru dodges your touch smoothly. with an easy grin. with a teasing glint. it’s slick and all too natural, and almost undetectable. but you know him better. you know him better than anyone has had the pleasure of knowing him, you like to think. and you know that satoru doesn’t let your hand meet his cheek, not even the edge of his jaw, on purpose.

“good morning,” you smile, reaching forward to lay a hand over his face. satoru, with his eyes still closed (as expected), grabs your hand and plants a soft kiss to the back as he hums.

you’re almost certain he can sense the way your lips tug into a frown.

“mornin’ sweetheart,” he says lowly, “watching me sleep? that’s a bit creepy,” he teases.

“i can’t help it,” you hum, “you’re too handsome.”

this is rare—giving satoru compliments easily is rare. usually, you make him work for them, keep him waiting on the tips of toes before finally giving him that praise you know will go straight to his inflated ego. but sometimes, like now, you think he deserves to hear it—unfiltered and raw and filled with truth.

satoru is handsome. always has been. always will be.

“aw,” he cracks an eye open, “maybe i should let myself get scratched up a bit more. maybe you’ll talk nice to me more often.”

“i mean it, toru,” you frown, insisting, “you’re handsome. so handsome.”

your hand reaches for his face again. he turns his head this time, feigning a yawn as he stretches before sitting up. there’s a slight bit of tension in the air now, his lips tighter in his smile as he hums before turning to you and poking your nose.

“well, aren’t you sweet,” he smiles almost bitterly.

you haven’t seen his smile reach his eyes for a while. he doesn’t meet your gaze through the mirror in the mornings as you brush your teeth together anymore, doesn’t wink at your reflection and make you roll your eyes. he doesn’t spam your camera roll with pictures of himself anymore when you’re in the bathroom, doesn’t leave you with those silly faces and smug grins that make good wallpapers. he doesn’t even crack those annoying jokes anymore, doesn’t whine for you to admit he’s the most handsome guy you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting as his face digs into your neck.

instead, satoru dodges your touch. he kisses you briefer these days, avoids looking in the mirror, smiles like he has to—not like he finds a reason to.

“you don’t believe me?” you ask gently, furrowing your brows, “you know i’d never lie to you.”

“i didn’t say that, did i?” he asks, waving a hand casually. “c’mon let’s go brush our teeth. you don’t wanna kill me with that morning breath do you—”

“satoru, you’re still handsome, you know,” you say gently. you decide to rip the bandaid off as you add, “even with these.”

for the first time, your hand manages to reach for his face without him pulling away. you think it’s more out of surprise than anything, that it’s because he wasn’t expecting you to be so straightforward instead of trying to be subtle like usual. for a second, you think he might just put his infinity up—but he doesn’t ever. not around you.

but you can see it, the way his knuckles twitch a little like he’s clenching them. the way he’s so still, it’s almost like he’s willing himself not to tense. the way he doesn’t even lean into your touch like he always does.

he doesn’t want your hand on his face, but you stroke a thumb over a scar anyway, cupping his cheek as you study his face up close.

it’s still him—still satoru with that sharp nose and those rosy cheeks, still satoru with those long lashes and perfect jawline. there’s rough, marred bits of skin that meet soft, supple ones. you feel over the dips of where each scar starts slowly, committing each one to memory.

they’re newer parts of him, ones you don’t know very well yet, ones that remind you of the ugliest parts of the world—but they’re a part of satoru now, and anything that’s a part of satoru can never be ugly. no matter where they come from, no matter what they’re a reminder of.

not if it’s him.

“you think so?” he asks with a tight grin, “is my money maker still money making?”

“don’t be greedy,” you quip, “you have plenty of money.” and then, softly, you add, “but i’d pay a good fortune or two to wake up to this every day.”

“good thing i give it to you for free,” he hums, “i’m generous, you know?”

“what a catch,” you grin, “generous, strong, rich,” you list, making an amused grin stretch across his lips, “handsome,” you add. his smile falters a bit at that. “satoru, i’m serious.”

“oh, i love when you get all serious,” he whistles. he’s deflecting—you expect him to, but you’re not backing down. one leg swings over his hips, and then you’re climbing onto his lap, right there where he can’t avoid you. but he finds his attention to your lips, still smooth as ever as he avoids meeting your eyes.

“satoru—”

“oh? you want to do this already? it’s barely—” he makes a show of glancing at the clock before turning back to you with a suggestive grin, “—nine am. but i guess we can have a little fun before—”

“i don’t care about these, you know,” you murmur, pulling your head back when he leans in for a kiss. your finger lightly traces the scar by his left cheekbone, making him frown.

“see? you’re basically admitting you have to look past them,” he groans frustratedly—it’s the first time satoru’s acknowledges his scars. it’s the first time he’s finally let himself look upset without trying to hide it behind a forced grin and a dry chuckle.

“i don’t,” you frown, “sure, they’re new,” you admit softly, “and i don’t like being reminded you got hurt. but they’re not ugly—you’re always pretty.”

“there’s so many,” he mumbles, “they’re everywhere.”

“i think they’re cool,” you shrug, “they make you look tougher. less like a spoiled princess.”

“hey,” he pouts, “i’m not spoiled.”

“you’re a bit spoiled,” you chuckle, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck—his lips quirk up, and you can’t help but notice how real it looks for once. “but i suppose you deserve it. not because you’re handsome though. because you deserve good things—just for being you,” you insist.

his lips are quivering a bit, and he’s blinking faster now. you ignore it, though, taking your sweet time as you lean down and kiss along the edges of every scar on his face, tracing your lips along where the old skin meets new.

“that’s cheesy,” he mutters, “now you sound like a therapist.”

“i mean it,” you say firmly, “and i meant it when i said you’re handsome too.“

“handsomest guy you’ve ever met, right?” he bats his lashes—they’re a bit hopeful, though, and you smile as you gently kiss the corner of his mouth before nodding.

“definitely,” you nod, “you’re the prettiest.”

“am i?” he grins, “now i’m more spoiled. who’s fault is that really?”

“i’ll allow it for today,” you snort, “today you can be spoiled. i’ll humble you tomorrow.”

“we’ll see,” he hums.

your hands cup his cheeks as you lean down for a kiss, and satoru’s hands clasp over them gently, holding them in place—and when you kiss him delicately, like the sun meets the moon as your lips touch, like your world revolves around him as you pull him closer, you think satoru is unfairly handsome.

and you’ll have to remind him that a bit more often.

he’s my liddol sourpatch :(

#teepods.writings #drabbles.#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo fluff #gojo angst #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk fluff #jjk angst #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru angst #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen angst

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nonbinarysyaoran · 8 months

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mostlysignssomeportents · 9 months

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"Efficiency" left the Big Three vulnerable to smart UAW tactics

Tomorrow (September 22), I'm (virtually) presenting at the DIG Festival in Modena, Italy. Tomorrow night, I'll be in person at LA's Book Soup for the launch of Justin C Key's "The World Wasn’t Ready for You." On September 27, I'll be at Chevalier's Books in Los Angeles with Brian Merchant for a joint launch for my new book The Internet Con and his new book, Blood in the Machine.

It's been 143 days since the WGA went on strike against the Hollywood studios. While early tactical leaks from the studios had studio execs chortling and twirling their mustaches about writers caving once they started losing their homes, the strikers aren't wavering – they're still out there, pounding the picket lines, every weekday:

https://www.cnbc.com/2023/08/09/how-hollywood-writers-make-ends-meet-100-days-into-the-writers-guild-strike.html

The studios obviously need writers. That gleeful, anonymous studio exec who got such an obvious erotic charge at the thought of workers being rendered homeless as punishment for challenging his corporate power completely misread the room, and his comments didn't demoralize the writers. Instead, they inspired the actors to go on strike, too.

But how have the writers stayed out since May Day? How have the actors stayed out for 69 days since their strike started on Bastille Day? We can thank the studios for that! As it turns out, the studios have devoted so much energy to rendering creative workers as precarious as possible, hiring as little as they can getting away with and using punishing overtime as a substitute for adequate staffing that they've eliminated all the workers who can't survive on side-hustles and savings for six or seven months at a time.

But even for those layoff-hardened workers, long strikes are brutal, and of course, all the affiliated trades, from costumers to grips, are feeling the pain. The strike fund only goes so far, and non-striking, affected workers don't even get that. That's why I've been donating regularly to the Entertainment Community Fund, which helps all affected workers out with cash transfers (I just gave them another $500):

https://secure2.convio.net/afa/site/Donation2?df_id=8117&8117.donation=form1&mfc_pref=T

As hot labor summer is revealed as a turning point – not just a season – long strikes will become the norm. Bosses still don't believe in worker power, and until they get their minds right, they're going to keep on trying to starve their workforces back inside. To get a sense of how long workers will have to hold out, just consider the Warrior Met strike, where Alabama coal-miners stayed out for 23 months:

https://www.thenation.com/article/activism/warrior-met-strike-union/

As Kim Kelly explained to Adam Conover in the latest Factually podcast, the Alabama coal strikers didn't get anywhere near the attention that the Hollywood strikers have enjoyed:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UvyMHf7Yg0Q

(To learn more about the untold story of worker organizing, from prison unions to the key role that people of color and women played in labor history, check out Kelly's book, "Fight Like Hell," now in paperback:)

https://www.simonandschuster.com/books/Fight-Like-Hell/Kim-Kelly/9781982171063

Which brings me to the UAW strike. This is an historic strike, the first time that the UAW has struck all of the Big Three automakers at once. Past autoworkers' strikes have marked turning points for all American workers. The 1945/46 GM strike established employers' duty to cover worker pensions, health care, and cost of living allowances. The GM strike created the American middle-class:

https://prospect.org/labor/2023-09-18-uaw-strikes-built-american-middle-class/

The Big Three are fighting for all the marbles here. They are refusing to allow unions to organize EV factories. Given that no more internal combustion cars will be in production in just a few short years, that's tantamount to eliminating auto unions altogether. The automakers are flush with cash, including billions in public subsidies from multiple bailouts, along with billions more from greedflation price-gouging. A long siege is inevitable, as the decimillionaires running these companies earn their pay by starving out their workers:

https://www.businessinsider.com/general-motors-ceo-mary-barra-salary-auto-workers-strike-uaw-2023-9

The UAW knows this, of course, and their new leadership – helmed by the union's radical president Shawn Fain – has a plan. UAW workers are engaged in tactical striking, shutting down key parts of the supply chain on a rolling basis, making the 90-day strike fund stretch much farther:

https://prospect.org/blogs-and-newsletters/tap/2023-09-18-labors-militant-creativity/

In this project, they are greatly aided by Big Car's own relentless pursuit of profit. The automakers – like every monopolized, financialized sector – have stripped all the buffers and slack out of their operations. Inventory on hand is kept to a bare minimum. Inputs are sourced from the cheapest bidder, and they're brought to the factory by the lowest-cost option. Resiliency – spare parts, backup machinery – is forever at war with profits, and profits have won and won and won, leaving auto production in a brittle, and easily shattered state.

This is especially true for staffing. Automakers are violently allergic to hiring workers, because new workers get benefits and workplace protection. Instead, the car companies routinely offer "voluntary" overtime to their existing workforce. By refusing this overtime, workers can kneecap production, without striking.

Enter "Eight and Skate," a campaign among UAW workers to clock out after their eight hour shift. As Keith Brower Brown writes for Labor Notes, the UAW organizers are telling workers that "It’s crossing an unofficial picket line to work overtime. It’s helping out the company":

https://labornotes.org/2023/09/work-extra-during-strike-auto-workers-say-eight-and-skate

Eight and Skate has already started to work; the Buffalo Ford plant can no longer run its normal weekend shifts because workers are refusing to put in voluntary overtime. Of course, bosses will strike back: the next step will be forced overtime, which will lead to the unsafe conditions that unionized workers are contractually obliged to call paid work-stoppages over, shutting down operations without touching the strike fund.

What's more, car bosses can't just halt safety stoppages or change the rules on overtime; per the UAW's last contract, bosses are required to bargain on changes to overtime rules:

https://uaw.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/Working-Without-Contract-FAQ-FINAL-2.pdf

Car bosses have become lazily dependent on overtime. At GM's "highly profitable" SUV factory in Arlington, TX, normal production runs a six-days, 24 hours per day. Workers typically work five eight-hour days and nine hours on Saturdays. That's been the status quo for 11 years, but when bosses circulated the usual overtime signup sheet last week, every worker wrote "a big fat NO" next to their names.

Writing for The American Prospect, David Dayen points out that this overtime addiction puts a new complexion on the much-hyped workerpocalypse that EVs will supposedly bring about. EVs are much simpler to build than conventional cars, the argument goes, so a US transition to EVs will throw many autoworkers out of work:

https://prospect.org/labor/2023-09-20-big-threes-labor-shortages-uaw/

But the reality is that most autoworkers are doing one and a half jobs already. Reducing the "workforce" by a third could leave all these workers with their existing jobs, and the 40-hour workweek that their forebears fought for at GM inn 1945/46. Add to that the additional workers needed to make batteries, build and maintain charging infrastructure, and so on, and there's no reason to think that EVs will weaken autoworker power.

And as Dayen points out, this overtime addiction isn't limited to cars. It's also endemic to the entertainment industry, where writers' "mini rooms" and other forms of chronic understaffing are used to keep workforces at a skeleton crew, even when the overtime costs more than hiring new workers.

Bosses call themselves job creators, but they have a relentless drive to destroy jobs. If there's one thing bosses hate, it's paying workers – hence all the hype about AI and automation. The stories about looming AI-driven mass unemployment are fairy tales, but they're tailor made for financiers who get alarming, life-threatening priapism at the though of firing us all and replacing us with shell-scripts:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/03/09/autocomplete-worshippers/#the-real-ai-was-the-corporations-that-we-fought-along-the-way

This is why Republican "workerism" rings so hollow. Trump's GOP talks a big game about protecting "workers" (by which they mean anglo men) from immigrants and "woke captialism," but they have nothing to say about protecting workers from bosses and bankers who see every dime a worker gets as misappropriated from their dividend.

Unsurprisingly, conservative message-discipline sucks. As Luke Savage writes in Jacobin, for every mealymouthed Josh Hawley mouthing talking points that "support workers" by blaming China and Joe Biden for the Big Three's greed, there's a Tim Scott, saying the quiet part aloud:

https://jacobin.com/2023/09/republicans-uaw-strike-hawley-trump-scott/

Quoth Senator Scott: "I think Ronald Reagan gave us a great example when federal employees decided they were going to strike. He said, you strike, you’re fired. Simple concept to me. To the extent that we can use that once again, absolutely":

https://twitter.com/American_Bridge/status/1704136706574741988

The GOP's workerism is a tissue-thin fake. They can never and will never support real worker power. That creates an opportunity for Biden and Democrats to seize:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/18/co-determination/#now-make-me-do-it

Reversing two generations of anti-worker politics is a marathon, not a sprint. The strikes are going to run for months, even years. Every worker will be called upon to support their striking siblings, every day. We can do it. Solidarity now. Solidarity forever.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/21/eight-and-skate/#strike-to-rule

#pluralistic #strikes #uaw #labor #automakers #big three #big car #eight and skate #work to rule #tactics

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