It used to be that we would traipse around nude. Then the fanglers "invented" clothes. Now they have machines that do all the work, allowing the "techno freaks" to spend their time dabbling with fanglery. For God's sake, when will it end?
It used to be that we would traipse around nude. Then the fanglers "invented" clothes. Now they have machines that do all the work, allowing the "techno freaks" to spend their time dabbling with fanglery. For God's sake, when will it end?
Machines mow down the slow folks, and mangle their arms and legs. They start fires in their houses when they are "left on" too long. The machines gobble up our jobs and bulldoze our shacks. They replace our humble hands and feet, and make us obsolete. They make snow cones in the summer and shoot our salad like ravenous birds of prey.
