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 | God Damn It Mesico, Get Your Act Together
by Inspecto Eternale |
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Photo Finish at the Gonzalez 500 |
Be weary petty laborers, gardeners, lawn mowers, shelf stockers, taggers, baggers, hole fillers and diggers, your end is near. Or maybe it’s the rest of the masses who should be afraid of the Mexican conglomerate triggering an end to you all. I give you fair caution humanity. For where do you think those jobs you Mexicans are working will be in a generation or two? Chop-chop, technology is nipping at your heels, you mono-linguists. Yes, that’s right. Soon gloriously efficient young robot machinery will fill all of your shoes, and then some.
God knows what will happen when you’re cut loose from your dead-end, mindless, repetitive-motion tasks and are forced to look elsewhere to leech support for your wife and 6 kids. All hell will break loose. That’s what will happen. There will be uproar as the news spreads south to Mexico City, Guatemala and beyond, spawning your revolution against robot-kind. It will be a war to end all wars, and all worlds. I would suggest you as well as the rest of humanity take action. So, for God’s sake Mexico, get your fucking act together before you do something rash and wind up getting hit with a circuit sandwich that humans will never recover from. Wash your hair, shave, get educated and find a rug of a job that a robot won’t yank from under your feet in the next 100 years.
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