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The Unnerving Silence in American Politics

October 20, 2025

Image borrowed without permission from Rolling Stone magazine.

I wasn’t affiliated with any political party until the year I needed to be able to vote in the Democratic primaries. At the time, I lived in the State of Connecticut where you must be registered with a party if you want to vote in the primaries and then you can, of course, only vote in your party’s primary. I didn’t want to be affiliated with either party and would have preferred to wipe Independent off my name as well.

However, in 2016 the Democratic party presented two options, Senator Bernie Sanders of Vermont and Secretary of State Hillary Clinton and this was a turning point for the party. I don’t think we quite saw it, but we might have felt the rumblings.

My opinion was that while Senator Sanders’ platform resonated with many of my core beliefs, his communication, all or nothing, and his base, all or nothing, wasn’t possible in an all or nothing scenario. Shit, even if he’d made it all the way to the top and managed to enact every promise he made, our infrastructure would have imploded. Literally. Imploded. Sort of like a bad case of the bends, the sort that kills you.

My opinion was that Secretary of State Hillary Clinton seemed to have an ambiguous platform, it was there. It might even have been status quo, but it was there, and it wasn’t polarizing. She was polarizing and I’ve yet to parse whether that was only gender bias. I wondered if she could handle the backlash. In retrospect, I think she could have with a strong enough House and Senate.

I didn’t vote for Hillary in the primaries. I voted against Bernie. It is never good when we vote against something versus for something we can get behind, something we can agree on, something that allows for compromise. In 2020 it was, anything but Trump, even a paper bag, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

Hillary Clinton lost to Jill Stein. Good old vote splitting. If you won’t give me everything I want, I’m going to cast my vote over here. I vote with my heart.

People, please do not vote with your heart. Please be responsible, civically minded, self-educated adults willing and able to play the long game. If you vote with your heart and you get something that causes massive protests across the country, shut it. You did this. You’re not alone, but you did. You split the vote.

That was 2016 when the Sanders base took Clinton down.

Yowza.

For four years we got very little done. We spent a lot of time impeaching an unimpeachable president. He didn’t do a whole lot of damage in those four years (subjectively speaking) but he didn’t do a whole lot of work either. He was an absolute embarrassment. Not unusual but reported on as if he was the center of the universe.

I kept an inbox full of NYT morning emails with the front-page headlines visible unopened. You know, above the fold, in the middle, large font. After three years I stopped because every single day the top headline was Trump. We couldn’t have given him more attention if we’d tried.

My point.

Every major liberal or liberal leaning publication was screaming about what it didn’t like, as opposed to what it wanted to do.

AOC. I appreciate her intention and her drive. I appreciate that she represents a very specific base. I appreciate that her constituents won’t bend. On anything. Show me a plan. Show me a plan that goes from A to Z and includes everyone and by everyone I kinda mean the people who would experience discomfort or worse should that plan be enacted. Best of all? Show me a plan that takes those people into account. Show me that you know what it will cost ‘the flyover states’. Show me that you can give something back.

Show me that you can identify the demographics of any single red state and tell me how they’re hurting.

A really smart man once quipped at a dinner party, in reference to the red state voters: there needs to be a test before people are allowed to vote. We need to know they have the intelligence to understand what they’re voting for.

I thought about dragging him down the hall to the bathroom and giving him a swirly but opted to politely eviscerate him instead. It didn’t take much.

Me: Um, that sounds like fascism.

Him: How so?

Me: One class stops another class from voting because that class thinks they’re stupid. Also, that makes you look sort of stupid.

Him: (Oh shit. My mother-in-law, who loves me very much just laid me out on the carpet)

Me: (again) If you can tell me what Idaho, Indiana, Oklahoma, and Nebraska produce (it was random), how it’s produced, and give me the economic factors, you know, what’s killing them versus what’s killing us, I might let you walk out of this. No wait, you have to tell me what THEY do for us. Also, just to be clear, they have some serious reasons for hating our collective guts.

Then we had a very civil discussion until my older daughter and son got into it in the kitchen. I don’t think it came to blows, but it was loud. Even as adults, siblings are known to regress right back to adolescence. Especially when it comes to the great divide of American Politics.

Nothing happened for four years except that the president We the People elected in 2016 got caught doing what many presidents have done. If you don’t want to see how the sausage is made, don’t go to the sausage factory. I’m not suggesting that he shouldn’t have been impeached. I’m not suggesting that he wasn’t/isn’t horribly corrupt but look at it this way. Remember the We Like Ike buttons? No, of course you don’t. You weren’t cognizant or necessarily born in the fifties. If you were, welcome! Good to see you, Dad!

I know about We Like Ike or I Like Ike because my dad is a historian. I know a lot of weird things. And I read. A lot. I know that Eisenhower and the CIA pulled some pretty serious shit in the Congo. For that article to have any significant context (other than, what the fuck?!), you’d have to understand the history of the Congo (which is currently the DRC, formerly Zaire and the Republic of the Congo and I am NOT going to discuss Belgium in this post). If you follow the history of the now DRC from Belgium occupation and rule to the mass exodus in the early sixties to a nearby Russian occupied state you can draw parallels between adopted communism (because it looked damn good given the current sit) in a part of the country we couldn’t begin to understand at the time and the witch hunt in the US. It’s called Wagging the Dog.

Before I move on, if you’re interested in what’s happening in the DRC today, google it. Get the smelling salts, you’ll need them. Well, I needed them.

I think it’s safe to say that on the surface nothing life altering (subjective, remember?) occurred on a national scale during Trump’s first term until January 6 when it all went to hell. That’s the beginning of the end as far as I’m concerned.

We put Biden and Harris in the Whitehouse, and it looked like he was meant to be a temporary stabilizer or placeholder until we, the Democratic Party, could come up with a viable candidate to swing a bipartisan world back toward handshakes in the aisle. I don’t think he was a strong leader and Vice Presidents are generally meant to be seen and not heard. Generally. Harris never got a chance to have an impact whereas Biden did which is how he got elected. What happened next was brutal and all eyes were on the House. Remember? Those six or seven radical Republicans who said and did some of the most absurd things I’ve ever seen from a politician. In public. On the floor. In print. With big grins.

Don’t for a moment make the mistake of believing any of them are stupid (ok, maybe one or two but not the ringleaders). Don’t for a moment make the mistake of believing any of it is random or pointless. I mean, what an incredible distraction! All eyes on Marjorie. She did it, we went for it and in the shadows the GOP coalesced and made its plans.

And here we are. It’s 2025. We’re running out of time. Seriously. We are running out of time. The Democratic party is so fractured that they can’t agree on a whole lot. All or nothing, remember? No long game here. We can’t produce a strong candidate because somebody is going to be offended. I mean, there is no sign of a strong candidate. At this point we’d have to put a conservative centrist on the slate to get anywhere. The polls say Trump is failing but we haven’t hit election time quite yet.

I’m going to stop laying this on Trump. I’m pretty sure he’s not smart enough to be pivoting and firing with as much focus as we’re seeing. But this time around he appears to be following directions. Maybe they’re holding a crown on a stick. Who knows.

I’m going to lay this squarely at our feet. We the People.

MAGA is angry. I mean really angry. Why? Not because they’re stupid. They know driving trucks into crowds is very bad and will have serious consequences. They’re mad. Why? Why are they that mad at us? If we don’t know that, we have a problem. It doesn’t matter if it’s all ‘Fake News’ (maybe it is), nobody gets that upset without skin in the game. What’s their skin? Why do they hate us?

I have a lot of words to describe why they hate us but I’m just going to let that one sit.

MAGA is not the entire voting bloc. I don’t even know if it’s half, but I do think if it were only MAGA voting, we could pull ourselves out of this. So, let’s look at the harder looks.

I know more over-educated, successful, smart, lovely human beings who are solid Trump. You want to know why? (I did ask, I’m not making this up)

Because their opinion of the Democratic Party is that it doesn’t exist anymore. Remember that bit about voting for something? They have nothing to vote for. They don’t want to see the market fall. They don’t want a lot of things, and they are willing to go along with this shit until somebody else can stand up and close the gap.

The Unnerving Silence in American Politics: The Unaffiliated Centrist Bloc that is stoned from every angle.

I don’t generally talk about this shit because people throw rocks at my head. Except with my cousin who pretty much doesn’t care if people throw rocks at his head.

Note: the photograph I selected from Rolling stone was one of the only photographs I could find that didn’t involve women being stoned to death by men or saints when they were men being stoned by men. If I wasn’t so firmly attached to crediting everything I ‘borrowed without permission’ I wouldn’t say anything about this but I feel I have to. Should you click that link, what you’ll find is an article titled, These Christian Nationalists Want to Stone Adulterers to Death and while that seems to be accurate in some cases, it is also reasonable to opine that the same effing thing is going on (I’m talking about conversation, not action, I hope) in far left corners. Pretty much, the far right and the far left have swung so hard that they’ve banged into each other. If you see it, turn and run.

Peace.

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Fallout

October 19, 2025

I am officially(ish) out. Apparently LinkedIn is failing many people, not just me, but they have gotten desperate. It’s not just the number of messages in my inbox (20-40 per 24/7), it’s not just the randomness, it’s the probability factor. Opening an email from LinkedIn is like buying a lottery ticket. Clicking on one of the internal job links is like shooting yourself in the face. I know I’ve covered this, but I’m not done.

I had a premium account, purchased last year in an attempt to rise up at least a little in the recruiter job searches. It was a waste of $175 but at the time it made sense. Renewing it would not make sense.

While I was canceling my subscription I noticed that there are MANY settings and options. This is good. I want to stop the insanity. I’m missing email that actually matters. Like from my kids and stuff. I had a field day. I went so far as to nearly put my account in hibernation mode but decided that was going a little too far. In a lot of cases, that’s the only way people can reach me. If you’re throwing AI generated spam in my direction, I don’t want it. If I’ve worked with you in the past and you want to catch up, this is the only way you’ll find me unless you actually saved my number or found me on Facebook. I don’t encourage new Facebook connections unless I really, really like you.

That said, if I ever want to receive another message out of that platform, I’m going to have to actually login and check for relevant mail. Kind of like logging into regular email but more spam because it will still be there.

So, I’ve cut my possible networking down to a ‘maybe I’ll see you, maybe I won’t’. Recruiters can still find me (except they don’t anymore) and that message will hit my inbox. I think. Do I really want it to? No. I actually don’t but I haven’t had the nerve to unplug that last open pipe. The open pipe that echoes when I speak into it.

There are articles all over the interwebs talking about the job decline after fifty, as if that’s the problem. We learned a long time ago to remove any profile reference to age or years in service. Graduation dates are removed from education (unless you’re still young enough to be padding your resume) and work history is truncated. For example, my profile confesses to job history going back to January 1997 and the only reason it does that is because I spent nearly seven years at The Castle (super cool financial software company with even cooler name than I made up that was acquired by Oracle in 2007 and we still don’t want to talk about it).

The seven years I spent at The Castle is still the largest networking base in my deck of cards. Why, you ask? Because we were and still are a seriously incestuous bunch. If we were a country, we would not be patriots, we would be nationalists. Useful if you don’t piss off too many people.

Mostly I need the right key words to pop up in search.

On the other hand, my current resume begins in 2016 which is when I became a legal entity. It details my most recent and relevant work history in the form of my biggest and best clients. That’s all I want to talk about. If you REALLY want me to back up a little more, I’ll back up to 2012 and if you push harder, I’ll go to 2006, but that’s it. Quite honestly, only the last ten years are relevant in the tech industry.

This is not an age thing. My profile pic is relatively current and it’s really good. My last boss took it as a screenshot during a Teams conversation because he said I was making ridiculous faces (I’m sure I was) but he got a good one and I popped it up. I don’t look 60. I’m not sure you could even say 50. The lighting was perfect, and I’m not covered in wrinkles for some reason (I should be, I didn’t discover the joy of sunblock until I was forty).

This is not an age thing. I have a friend who’s a dirt scientist. OK, that’s not exactly right. Soil, maybe? He has worked for the Federal Government since he graduated from college. His position was eliminated about two months ago. I think he’s thirty-six. Maybe thirty-eight. Absolutely no older. He didn’t even have a LinkedIn account. I yelled at him. Later he yelled at me.

This is not an age thing.

My almost twenty-five-year-old daughter who is in her fourth year of teaching at a NYC charter school needs to quit her job. It’s either that or jump off the GW Bridge. She doesn’t want to quit her job for a lot of reasons, none of which has anything to do with liking her job. The number one reason is her fear of not finding another job.

As an aside, I had the privilege of sitting in on her fourth grade classroom for four hours about this time last year and she is, hands down, the best teacher I have ever seen. She’s not this year. She’s flagging. Funding is drying up, there are more students in the room (35 this year I think) and the student day is 8 hours, and for some reason, of the 35, 12 are IEP students. Her day is probably closer to 12 hours. And she would interview when, exactly?

There is almost always a secondary teacher. The secondary teacher is generally a first-year mentee which means they are not permitted to interact directly unless guided by the primary teacher. I think this is a great way to bring up new teachers unless you’ve got a very full room and very tight guidelines on how the class is taught and managed. This year it’s a shit show.

Here’s the kicker. When her dad died last year, at the ripe old age of just barely sixty, she inherited his entire retirement fund (boy, did he manage to squirrel it away) in addition to receiving substantial life insurance benefits which are untaxable. She’s like her dad. She squirrels that shit away and pretends it isn’t there other than to speak with her financial advisor periodically.

That kid, sorry, that woman could conceivably quit her job and do absolutely nothing for a very long time assuming she didn’t change her current lifestyle (teacher’s salary). She could also quit her job and pursue another masters. Or take on that JD she’s still considering. She wants to effect policy and to effect policy, a JD is extremely useful. She has many choices and while she considers those choices and the damage that is done when an employee is suffering so badly, they cry on the way to work every morning (been there, did that, still picking at the scabs) she is paralyzed. In the meantime, her skills are eroding by way of trauma. Yes. It’s trauma. If you’ve ever spent time in a job where you cried all the way to work every single day and were too numb on the way home for tears, you know perfectly well those scars are still there and it took you awhile to come back.

So why is she still there? Because she is more affected by the current situation than the reality of her circumstances.

Here’s the current truth about teachers in New York City. There is a significant shortage. If you want to live in the city and you want to teach, go for it. It’s one of the few job markets that are still hopping. Even medical professionals are having to think twice. It’s not as if we have enough of them (we do not), it’s that we can’t pay them and it’s going to get worse.

Teachers in New York City are often hired in the middle of the year. Teachers that come from charter schools are greeted with an, ‘oh god, I’m so sorry’ and then marched into a classroom assuming they have a freaking heartbeat and the proper credentials.

She still can’t do it.

Back to LinkedIn. Why not just change my status to retired? Why not mention an extended sabbatical? I mean, that would dry shit up should any shit pop up. Every time something does pop up, I panic. I don’t want to read it, I don’t want to talk about it, and lord knows I do NOT want another interview that’s more likely to go sideways than not.

Remember Quiet Quitting? Now we have Quiet Cracking (my kid), Rage Applying, and something called Job Hugging (I’ll have to look into that because I do not believe it includes physical contact with another person). There was a term for employees just getting up and walking out the door, never to return. Generally young people, not brand new to the workplace, but new enough to know, omg I’m going to die if I stay here and these people are fucking nuts. I’m leaving.

I’m one of those. I’m not sure which, probably Quiet Cracking on the periphery of the job market (vs in an actual job) and I think my daughter probably falls into the Job Hugging category but I’m not sure yet.

I quit. I know I said that before, but it bears repeating (probably over and over until I let it go). I quit. There is no option on my LinkedIn profile to change my status to ‘I Quit’. Not that I’d use it. Well, maybe I would.

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Egregious, Possibly Lethal, Most Likely Unintentional Disinformation

October 18, 2025

In June of 2018 a relatively unknown author published a book titled American Dirt. I didn’t hear anything about it but I’m not a fan of Oprah’s picks in general because I’m a literary snob and don’t start me on the New York Times. To be fair, they rate and rank what the public snarfs up like Scooby snacks and that does say something about us as a culture these days and I’ll just let that go. For now.

In any event, American Dirt was extremely well received. My first edition has a copyright date of 2019 and a publication date of 2020 despite the fact that the interwebs insist on June 2018. This is only relevant because I like to be precise when I get ready to pan a book. It looks like American Dirt hit the Oprah list first and then spent 36 weeks on the NYT best seller list. However, in January of 2020 the book got slammed. And by slammed, I mean enough significant writers slammed Ms Cummins into the proverbial wall so hard I didn’t think she’d ever find another publisher.

The cover of my book reads: “A Grapes of Wrath for our times.” Don Winslow

I didn’t know who Don Winslow was, so I looked him up. I don’t get it. Did he not read the book? Is he utterly out of touch? Does he write pulp fiction under the guise of an educated political activist, or did he fail to read the book? Unfortunately, there were internationally acclaimed writers pretty much spewing the same thing, not to mention Fucking Oprah. And yes, I do put Stephen King in this category because he is aware of what’s happening in the world. He didn’t read it. He could not have.

Which brings me to why I own this book. I am sensitive to cancel culture. Sometimes oversensitive. I don’t believe in book banning. Of any book. That means I don’t agree with the ‘cancelling’ or ‘unpublishing’ or ‘let’s be honest, banning’ of six books by Dr. Seuss published in a time when the racism we experience when we read them today would not have been relevant when published. They are, for better or worse, part our history. So we wiped them out. Ehhhh…. yeah, no. Bad. Same as banning The Grapes of Wrath. Or the Anarchist’s Cookbook. Or the Joy of Cooking (I made that one up).

I wanted to know why the literary community had turned on this author with a ferocity that I’ve honestly never seen in that industry. I ordered, received, and read the book because I believe we have in many cases gone too fucking far with what we define as appropriation. And that’s what I expected to find. A well written book about crossing the border written by a white woman. You know, like Barbara Kingsolver who I would never accuse of cultural appropriation despite the fact that she writes, primarily about cultures that are not her own. She’s also made some pretty serious political statements, and I believe they stand.

I read the book.

I actually cried. I wept. I sniveled. I threw the book across the room (that’s a one and only for me).

The Grapes of Wrath of our time.

My opinion, understand that, but it’s strong and I can defend it, but my opinion.

This is one of the most dangerous books in circulation today.

Why? Well, it’s a story about a family in Latin America. All but two, mother and son, are executed by the local cartel. Dad was a journalist. OK. I’m following.

Somehow, mom and kid actually get out of the home during the mass execution and get out of town. Somehow, they make their way to the border and find a coyote. So far, I’m following but I am having trouble with the logistics, but I make a leap faith because she writes well and the story is compelling.

It’s at the kind coyote point where the narrative falls apart and never comes back to any sort of reality.

When I read the book in 2022 immigration was an issue. Where I live, if people crossing the border can somehow get to this part of the country, this part of the country is prepared to receive them, protect them, house them, help them obtain legal status, and if necessary (Somalia specifically), get them across the other border.

Three years later all hell has broken loose and even in my state, where this shit simply does not happen, ICE is arriving and we’re trying to figure out what the fuck we’re going to do.

Circle yourself back to American Dirt. Oh oh.

Now. To my point (you knew I’d get there eventually). If you, or anyone, wants to read this book, that is your right and I hope it’s in your local library and if not, I hope they can get it for you.

But it can’t stay in my house on my shelves. It can’t.

So what to do? I guess I had a couple of choices. I could take it to my local library and get my face slapped. I could bring it to Goodwill, and they’d take it and someone would pick it up and I would be responsible for circulating something I find reprehensible. I can’t do it. Could I leave it on my shelves? Nope. I could throw it in the burn pile. That’s a statement, except I don’t believe in burning books unless they have become so worn and degraded as to be unreadable. I mean, the pages have to be falling out, the spine shot, and the pages so yellow the text can’t be read. If it’s a classic it gets a pass.

So. I can’t burn this book. I can’t keep this book. I can’t throw this book in the trash or recycling. I can’t put this book into circulation. I just can’t.

So. I buried it. I dug a hole this morning right up against my marsh as if I was going to bury a pet (except not so close to the marsh). I removed the jacket and tore off the cover and binding because those parts don’t always compost very well. I didn’t say anything over the corpse. I didn’t even take a picture. I just filled in the hole, knocked the dirt off my shovel, and walked away.

This post is not meant to be a book review. All that is context and without the context, my conundrum is meaningless.

It’s a look into my conscience, what I struggled with and why, and how I resolved what was a very real problem for me in a world where I have some very big problems right now.

Books matter. What we do with them matters. Just ask Ray Bradbury.

If you’d like to read about what happened when the literati (is that a word?) tore Ms Cummins to shreds, this is a good Op-ed from the NYT.

The Long Shadow of American Dirt – Pamela Paul, January 26, 2023

Note: For the record I don’t agree with the literati. I do think the book is way off base and dangerous, full of misinformation. But it was published. It was sold. It was read. By a lot of people. She had a right. She still does, and I’m glad I purchased the book because I wanted to support an author who had been exiled by her tribe. Bet you weren’t expecting that.

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The End of the World as We Know It

October 15, 2025

It’s not just me and it didn’t just start; it just took me awhile to notice.

I spent two years as a contractor at a major pharmaceutical company in Cambridge, MA. Life sciences, pharma, biotech, huddle together in and around Kendall Square weaving between the MIT buildings like offshoot vines. Biotech was booming, COVID was endemic (that’s what comes after pandemic and do let it raise the hair on the back of your neck), and the sudden influx of cash available for clinical trials was like Christmas morning if Santa unloaded the entire sack on your living room floor.

It was also mother fucking insane. Small companies grew faster than the infrastructure could keep up, and it was a contractor’s paradise.

I should explain my use of the word ‘contractor’. I am, or I was, a small business with a single employee. Me. I provided ‘professional services’, specifically the project or program management of financial software implementations. I am, or was, specifically, a Technical Project Manager (TPM) which is very different than a Project Manager. A TPM must have an intrinsic understanding of the system in question, how it works, why it works, who needs it, what they’ll do with it (hopefully), where the data comes from, how it gets from there to here and what happens to it during its travels etc. To be clear, we do what the PM does as well, but we are far better compensated and harder to find.

Billing is something called ‘Corp to Corp’ which means no more 1099s contracted directly by the company, and very clear contracts. This differs from the quasi-employee ‘contracted’ in place of an actual employee. This is very convenient if you’re not sure how much expansion and contraction is going to happen, and a subcontractor’s contract can be cancelled at will.

I, Mr. James Joyce, existed as JamesJoyce LLC for about ten years. Client to client to client. It was wonderful, spectacular, often mind-numbing, and with the exception of three short-term engagements between 2019 and 2020, the most fun I’ve had since I hit the tech industry in 1997.

I’ve been around awhile.

Let’s come back to ‘cancelled at will’. Contractors, services, or temps, I guess, fly under the radar of employment stats. That means if there is a massive influx of either sort, you don’t see it in job growth. It’s as if those contracted resources never existed. That’s OK. What’s not OK is the flip side when industries tank and the contractors go away and the job market still looks more or less stable.

There are enough of us to make a significant difference. We don’t collect unemployment; we just sort of vanish.

But that’s OK (or it should be if we really do treat ourselves like the small businesses we are). An independent contractor should have six months of liquid assets with which to pay oneself unemployment benefits. It’s called bench time. I don’t have a new client and I’m on the bench until I find one. Not unusual. During bench time, the cost of being a small business continues. The cost of medical insurance is based on the prior year’s gross earnings. Not net, gross. A contractor pays for everything, which is why our bill rates and our gross seem to confound people.

For example, Contractor Toby bills out at $35 per hour. Contractor Toby bills 40 hours a week because he is capped per his contract, even if more hours are required (they generally are). Assuming Contractor Toby takes two weeks off (he pays himself for those days), his annual gross is $70,000. Sounds OK, right? Depending on what you do and where you live, that might look pretty good. In truth, Contractor Toby’s net is less than half of that. Imagine being taxed at 52%. That’s not what’s happening. It looks more like this:

As you can see, Contractor Toby is in the hole Year 1. After Year 1, Contractor Toby will have six months of unemployment insurance, and his net income will be approximately $25,900. And that number might be OK except that an employee doing Contractor Toby’s job would likely have a corporate contribution to medical insurance, hopefully more than half; he would not have to carry General Liability and Workers Comp insurance; there might be a 401k matching program; and his company would be required to pay half of his Medicare and Social Security taxes. The other thing Contractor Toby would have, assuming he was an employee, would most likely be a higher salary. Industry standards suggest, depending on the industry I suppose, that a contract that nets $30,000 would likely pay $35,000 – $45,000 to an employee.

Contractor Toby is taking a hit, but he might be OK with that for a lot of reasons.

I used a low number for a reason. And that is a low number. That number, for a family of four, is just over the National Poverty Line. I checked. You can too.

Until the end of 2024, TPMs billed hourly between $110 and $175 per hour. Stop choking on your cheerios, we are worth that and often worth more.

Until the end of 2024, PMs billed hourly between $60 and $110 per hour. Also, worth it.

In comparison, Engineers, Developers, System Architects (the people who build the systems the TPM is managing) billed between $150 and $400 per hour. If you’re choking on your cheerios (again), these are the people building the systems that consolidate the numbers that publicly traded companies are required to submit the SEC and Wallstreet (see, Enron, 2000 something or other). And they’d damn well better be PERFECT.

These are the people who have disappeared. The first sign of trouble was when the jobs simply vanished. Literally. Nothing was moving. That’s OK, it’s happened before, you just have to wait it out. The second sign of trouble were the bill rates and the job descriptions. Bill rates dropped in half and jobs were combined. Still capped at 40 hours. The most common opening for professional services in the tech industry looked like this:

Candidate is a System Architect and performs all duties of the Technical Project Manager.

That’s a really bad idea for a lot of reasons starting with conflict of interest and compliance, but that’s OK. What it is, is almost impossible unless the project timeline has been extended significantly in which case why didn’t you contract two positions and get your system up in under a year? It’s going to cost the same in the end but that’s what happened. Or, is happening. I guess.

Then this happened. I thought it was a joke. It was not:

Candidate is a TPM, contract position pays $18 – $20 an hour depending on experience.

I about peed myself until I realized people were applying.

Everything in the tech world is high stress. I’ll just leave it at that.

Maybe those people applied for that job in New Mexico (remote) for the same reason I did. I applied to find out if it was a joke or a typo. A very perky internal recruiter was delighted with my resume and wondered when I could start. I backed her up and asked about the bill rates and she said, “I’m sure we can get you $20.”

I said, “it was great speaking with you, I don’t believe we’re a match, so sorry. Have a great day.”

And THEN LinkedIn exploded. Three things are happening. LinkedIn is literally spamming us with jobs that don’t actually exist. Some of them do but 800 people (yes, 800, sometimes more) have already applied or the position is filled. Now I, and some of my colleagues, are receiving links to construction projects. Damn. That’s the first thing.

The second and third are these: People are losing their shit and posting their frustration in all caps (well, there goes your career) and people are retiring in their fifties. We don’t do that. We work well into our sixties or even seventies having socked away a tremendous amount of valuable information and our bill rates are still rising because of that. We are retiring because we cannot bring ourselves to submit another resume, speak with another recruiter, go through another seriously weird interview just to turn around and do it again the next day.

It’s not just Biotech. Biotech just happens to be where I sat last. I was at the Big Elevator Company, I was at the Can You Hear Me Now? Company, and that two letter massive industry conglomerate that used to be headquartered in Connecticut. I was a lot of places in a lot of very different industries, and you know what? The Professional Services (tech) Industry has TANKED. I think a lot of things have tanked, but I only really know the world I’ve been sitting in. I do know that my boss at the Biotech company, who used to have a staff of four actual employees, plus half of my time (I was with Treasury too, that was fun) to run a massive Financial Planning and Analysis department is now alone. He wants to quit. He wants to be anywhere else but anywhere else may not be any better.

As an aside, he is a Naturalized American Citizen from a Latin American country (means he has a brown face) with an advanced (his third) degree from Harvard. He is as at risk as any brown face of being disappeared. Not deported. There’s a paper trail on that shit and it used to follow the Rule of Law. Not deported. Disappeared. He needs to remain gainfully employed by a company that could and would make an awful lot of noise if he didn’t show up to work. That’s fucking trapped. Like a rat in a cage.

Moving on.

I’m not retiring. I’m quitting. Seriously. I quit. This is bullshit and I can actually survive without that income stream. Also, I’m a well-educated White Anglo Saxon with access to family money if I find myself up shit’s creek, and a river of lawyers. So. I can quit. I can turn my back and walk away from the labor force with impunity. I cannot believe I have reason to have typed those last couple of sentences.

I’m going to be sixty-two in April of 2026 at which point I will do something I swore I would never do and take Social Security as soon as I can. It would be nice if it didn’t vanish but that’s a problem for another day.

In the meantime, I have been living an intentionally simple life. I don’t need much and I’m very happy where I am. You can take me out of this house, on this mountain, feet first.

What I’ve lost are my retirement dreams. And that’s OK too. I’m not willing to spend the next seven years as a wage slave just so I can go to Tierra del Fuego. I wanted to travel North. I would have been delighted to spend a fair amount of time in Israel with my friends (co-workers from long ago) but I’m not sure what Israel’s going to look like anyway. I try not to think about the possible long-term ramifications of the current conflicts.

I’d like a lot of things, but you know what? I’d like my car to not die anytime soon because that would be bad. Manageable, I suppose, but seriously, not good.

Bonus: Why are the biotech companies floundering? Why have clinical trials on drugs (ya know, like cancer?) stalled? I’ll give you three guesses and the first fucking two don’t count. If you’re seriously anti-vax, get off my lawn right now!

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Thoughts on Theo

September 22, 2025

I’m not suggesting this is a good idea. To be clear, I think it’s a bad idea because next in line to the thone is Mr. JD Vance and he scares the bejesus out of me. I do wish Kevin McCarthy had managed to retain his post because he at least appeared sane but I suppose if you can’t retain your post, well, you might be a little wobbly.

We have a history of assassinating American presidents. Lincoln (1865); Garfield (1881); McKinley (1901); Kennedy (1993). A significant and nearly successful attempt was made on Reagan in 1981 but I can’t bring myself to count the attempt on Trump (was that this year or last?) and my search engine shows a total of four attempts, none of which are memorable. The way I see it is if you can’t do better than clip the guy’s ear, I can’t possibly take you seriously. Mr. T. Roosevelt was wounded in an attempt and this is worthy of the wiki quote:

“Schrank’s bullet lodged in Roosevelt’s chest after penetrating Roosevelt’s steel glasses case and passing through a 50-page-thick (single-folded) copy of his speech titled “Progressive Cause Greater Than Any Individual”, which he was carrying in his jacket pocket.”

Well. DAMN.

I’m not generally interested in conspiracy theories but the ear clipping feels somewhat suspect. Just a bit. How the hell do you get yourself in position with the correct weapon and effing miss?! One would hope you’d practiced with the damn thing.

Enough of that.

I am wondering why he hasn’t been assassignated. According to:

Right, according to the data presented by the organizations listed above, his ratings are slipping low enough on the Red side to be worrisome to the GOP at large. I’m sure, if told, he’d smirk, say ‘fake news’ followed by several paragraphs of published words the FCC wouldn’t approve of even though, uh, never mind… and then fire someone.

His overall effect on the country has been extreme enough to catch notice. On the other hand, the stock market is still happy and until that changes we’re unlikely to have enough of a consolidated power base worthy of the Kennedy style theories.

That’s it. I’m just wondering. Not hoping, not wishing, just wondering. In the meantime, let us eat cake.

Later I’ll probably wonder what it’s going to take to crash the markets.

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