Listening to Thick As A Brick and wondering if the orange sloth was predicted by it:
I’ve come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed
So come on all you criminals! I’ve got to put you straight
Just like I did with my old man twenty years too late
Your bread and water’s going cold
Your hair is too short and neat
I’ll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.
It has been in the nooz lately that the titans of tech are calling for Universal Basic Income. What the unholy fuck. It might be a thing well worth doing, and while I do wholeheartedly believe that the required solution may begin with that step, the argument the fat cats are making is essentially this: My buddies and I have hoarded so many trillions of dollars that the productive economy is incapable of generating wealth for us as it once did, so someone else should give all those people money in order that our wealth may continue to increase as before.
When my former career was in twilight I was advised that education and training could be the key to my salvation, and it was sound advice. So to the fat cats whose wealth is not increasing rapidly enough I offer the same advice. I am so committed to this that I will offer, free of charge, to any billionaire who wishes it, remedial on-the-job training in pitchfork reception. It only takes a minute but it solves the individual’s problem forever.