So-called "outsourcing" of jobs by U.S. corporations aiming to pad profits by shipping work to cheap-labor centers in China and India has struck a nerve with Americans and has emerged as an issue in November presidential elections.
Greenspan acknowledged it was an "important and sensitive" issue and it has opened a gulf between those hurt by the phenomenon and economists who back the benefits of free trade.
"It is crucial that this gulf be bridged," he added.
Why am I so certain what he really means is, "It is crucial that you losers learn to see it my way?"
Greenspan said trade protectionism was not the answer to ensuring American jobs and instead recommended "rigorous education and ongoing training" to make sure the skills needed for jobs remained sharp.
Why are we all pretending that everyone can absorb "rigorous education and ongoing training" and acquire the skills that will land them these spiffity new jobs that are going to magically appear from nobody will tell us the fuck where? Yeah, I know, they've appeared before, but remember, past performance is no guarantee of future miracles.
And why are we pretending that all the shit jobs will magically disappear, so no one will get caught at the bottom of the totem pole lickin' ass for a living? I'm gonna ask one more stupid question. Since there are some people who won't be able to acquire the new skills, and some people will certainly get stuck with the shit jobs, what happens to those people? Fuck 'em, they ain't good enough? Is that it? Just fuck 'em?
Ah, geez, sorry ta disturb your educational panacea fantasy. See what happens when you give a lower class asshole a brain?
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