by Frank Koerner
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Many Americans are a scant few paychecks away from financial disaster. Formerly good paying jobs are being out-sourced to Mexico, India, China, and to anyplace else, where cheap labor exists. Some folks, in extreme dire straits, have had to resort to living in their cars for extended periods. Ironically, auto industry workers are among the hardest hit. There auto be a better solution.
Dear Dr. Watson, there's no mystery here. The focus is elementary.
From whence the homeless stem is the nation's concern and worry.
They are in part the folks, who worked industry known as "heavy",
These are the people whose unlikely dream home is a 1968 Chevy.
The cars back then were enormous, all in the U.S. assembled,
Much like we, as a nation, saw ourselves and wanted to resemble.
Big and plushy and arrogant, we turned 'em out, quick as the devil,
Never realizing they'd be home someday, as an ersatz split level.
Those were the years when everything we blithely made so bold,
Right here in the U.S. and ‘round the world was very quickly sold.
So people could work on assembly lines, as had many forebears,
A part of the American dream with so few worries and cares!
They banded together in unions, higher wages were their target,
And thereby, all the while, priced themselves right out of the market.
The very salary they earned there on the assembly line,
Was providing them with "luxuries", but only on borrowed time.
The industrial revolution has simply passed these folks on by,
And just like the farmers before them they have got to quickly try
To learn a skill that's in demand and that our society is needing,
The trouble is, it's knowledge, which years before needs seeding.
So the U.S. is in a horserace. We will need to turn it around,
Before our once proud ship of state sails right up on the ground.
The cars we drive must be made here, or we’ll face the worst we fear.
To the poorhouse we’ll in union walk. Elementary, Watson, my dear!
Copyright © 2012 by Frank Koerner
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|Reviewed by richard cederberg
One of my favorite literary characters.
An interesting cogitation
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|A lot of wisdom expressed. Heavy industry jobs are just not coming back. Americans have to rethink their priorities. We have to focus on work and education, not jobs and training. The jobs of heavy industry were usually quite repetitive, low skill, and boring. The only reason for doing them was all of the benefits and high wages that unionization provided, as you point out, at a cost we couldn't afford. The jobs of the future will require higher skill and will not be boring because they will be highly competitive. Low-paying jobs will be the service jobs that nobody wants now except new immigrants.
Thanks for the wake-up call.