It's been a while since this website dove face first into a good conspiracy theory, our mind diverted by the siren song of fiction (Cletus T. Broshus: Monster Hunter, available in iBook April 1). If was a much needed break to be sure, and a whole lot safer than poking the Obama bear (as he has grown comfortable flouting his power as of late).
But today, while pumping breaks during afternoon stop 'n go, I happened upon a theory concerning our Nation's most recent heart wrenching tragedy that I just had to pass along.
In our last thrilling installment, Cletus and Early paid Archer a visit and learned exactly what happened that fateful night in the woods while the Shadow Lord and his pet, The Wendigo, paid a visit to Mari and Big Momma....
And as with any good joke, in these Apocalyptic flights of fancy there is some truth to be had within them.
And there is... The long storied history of human technological advancement is lined with the ashes of scrapped laborers and skills outmoded by the march of time.
But we don't have to look to the wreckage left in the wake of the Industrial Revolution to see what waits for the under skilled of our society as we rely more and more on robots for our menial task.
We have to look no further than our bedrooms.
A disturbance in the Force, if you will… Sending psychic waves of negativity throughout our community; poisoning the minds of the rest standing there with their mere presence.
And it has to do with the End of the World.
We hear a lot in our current day to day about income inequality and the shrinking job market.
About how some 95 million Americans are out of work (and have been for a rather long time) and have little hope for finding another career.