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  • Reply to: NY Times Firing of Abramson Hurts Women   4 years 10 months ago
    What surprise? Abramson was cautioned about her behavior toward fellow employees in her annual review. She knew it was a problem; she hired a coach to try to help her be more civil. It might have been a surprise to you, but since when are HR matters public? Because A.M. Rosenthal was an assh.le 50 years ago, it's OK for Abramson to be an assho.e today? Times public editor Margaret Sullivan calls Abramson "undiplomatic and less than judicious in some management and personnel decisions;” code words for "she was an assho.e." Symbolism does matter; Abramson continues to lead the way--women bosses can be assho.es too, and they can be held accountable. (Since when is mercurial associated with just women? Mercury was a man and by all accounts mercurial.)
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    ALEC is truly evil, along with political right-wing abominations who support it.
  • Reply to: The National Restaurant Association Spends Big to Keep Wages Low   4 years 10 months ago
    Employers need to focus on taking care of their own employees rather than worrying about fattening their own paychecks (which are already fat enough). Employees who are well-paid and taken care of will perform better and bring in more business by virtue of that. If things continue the way that they have been, restaurant owners may find that they no longer have any workers who are willing to be exploited.

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By Wendell Berry

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front

Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more 
of everything ready made. Be afraid 
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery 
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card 
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something 
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know. 
So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord. 
Love the world. Work for nothing. 
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it. 
Denounce the government and embrace 
the flag. Hope to live in that free 
republic for which it stands. 
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man 
has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Ask the questions that have no answers. 
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.


Say that the leaves are harvested 
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus 
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion—put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come. 
Expect the end of the world. Laugh. 
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts. 
So long as women do not go cheap 
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy 
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep 
of a woman near to giving birth? 
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie easy in the shade. Rest your head 
in her lap. Swear allegiance 
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos 
can predict the motions of your mind, 
lose it. Leave it as a sign 
to mark the false trail, the way 
you didn’t go. Be like the fox 
who makes more tracks than necessary, 
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

Wendell Berry is a poet, farmer, and environmentalist in Kentucky. This poem, first published in 1973, is reprinted by permission of the author and appears in his “New Collected Poems” (Counterpoint).


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