Disassembly Line

Manufacturing Can't Come Back

TODAY'S RAMBLINGS

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What a weekend. At least there are no tanks on Chestnut Street.

Yet.

Today, let’s go back to simpler times, to my childhood in Albany, NY. The factory above, famous to those who know me, is the Tobin First Prize meat packing plant. This was located about 2 miles from my house and when the wind was blowing just right, you could literally smell the factory’s vertical integration (live cows/pigs in, packaged bologna/bacon out).

So I know of what I speak when I say that of the many mindless “policies” of Dear Leader, one of the dumbest is the idea that we can somehow return the country to its days of factory work glory.

You know, that glamorous era when you stood on an assembly line 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, 50 weeks a year, doing the same thing, for life. I certainly understand the attraction! I can well imagine many today seeking the opportunity to cut-up dead cows and hogs as their life’s work.

Trump can fuck with our economy as much as he likes with his tariffs and ICE stormtroopers, but a simple reality check demonstrates the futility of his “policy.” News flash to Dear Leader:

Times have changed.

Nobody wants to work in a factory. And making phones instead of sausage wouldn’t change that.

But at least your beloved iPhone would cost $4,000.

FROM THE UNWASHED MASSES

I go to Perry’s on Union Street every so often because yes, it’s a bar, but it’s also a great place to meet nice people. Like yesterday - I thoroughly enjoyed our chat, Zoe and Dodger, and please welcome Zoe as a new subscriber.

To those new readers: Yes, of course I know your real names. But that’s just part of the fun . . .

And thank you for reading this newsletter.

KLUF

Speaking of Albany . . . I bet you’re not familiar with this highly regarded saxophonist, nor that he’s from there. This is an excellent jazz album.