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I admit I have a very cynical but also practical attitude towards job creators. Over the years I have had to cobble together disparate jobs that may or may not fit with my skills. I have become a scrapper, a jack of many low skill trades. I have out of necessity adopted a motto: you have to be your own union. You have to smile and pretend you are grateful for their meager wage and eternal lack of incentives or raises. You have to conduct your own work slowdown in the face of ridiculous demands on your time and your dignity. You have to take your life back in whatever small ways you can. The ultimate act of defiance to which I may well have to resort, is to incorporate myself, in order to enjoy the same privileges that corporations enjoy: tax deductions for maintenance of machinery (my body), for food, water, and storage, and for any other expense related to keeping myself alive and going to work every day. Some of us are just not quick enough to re-tool in the dizzying speed of this global economy, and so we have become beasts of burden, expendable, and more of a burden ourselves than an asset. Pre-war Germany saw riots in the streets over the hearts and minds of workers. Today in the U.S., unskilled labor is over abundant, expendable, and unworthy of a living wage. Soon, though, the heads of conglomerates will find their servants have become their masters, as money will begin to lose its meaning.