Kshama Sawant, the Maiden of Innovation?


The SeaTac $15 minimum wage.

The SeaTac $15 minimum wage.

Perhaps you’ve heard of her?  She’s left her own country, as it is full of problems she says.., the same ones she has come to Seattle to fix.

The Valley that lays south of Seattle is full of lessons, exactly how it was taken away from Agriculture, and converted to a sea of warehouses is a story for another day.  But this Sea of warehouses  employs a good number of unskilled workers. They come here from far away places, some from the Pacific Islands. Driving  a forklift, and knowing how to read at least the numbers on a manifest  is about all you need to know.  

Sawant  mentions  Mumbia, she says it’s all wrong back home, but she can make it right here.  Her ‘all too simple’ idea is to fix it all by passing a law that unskilled labor should be paid a living wage.  Whether you are a hamburger flipper working a part time job in high school for spending money, or working a warehouse job, you should be paid at a much higher rate than the market is currently willing to pay.

Those who have the mind of a mechanic know that the Sawants of the world have no ability to think beyond the day,  or perhaps they are like the Witch Doctor, here to sell their false promises  to those who want to believe so badly?

The Sawant mind, and those like hers create wealth for the Engineers and Innovators.  When wages are forced up, there’s  plenty of new Innovations to sell.  That sea of warehouses that employs  the unskilled, just how hard is it to automate everything they do?  A warehouse here operates  nearly the same as it did 50 years ago, it’s a prime target for full automation, and all that is needed is a little more incentive for cost savings.

As  for  Fast  Food,  how many times have you received a burger too cold? How about those fries, have you received them so full of salt you couldn’t eat them? So many human factors that can literally spoil your meal.

If you have read thus far, you likely see the future…., that profile on your phone? It could have all the information as to how you like it, right down to the fries with no salt please!  The automated process makes them“Perfect every time”.  Burgers served,  and no more worries about healthcare, OSHA requirements, vacation schedules, and so much more.    

But  you ask, just how will we employ the unskilled in the future? Let me first ask, why is it the price offered to the unskilled is so low? Why is it the flood gates seem to be open, that we allow those who have no skills at all to immigrate here and makes matters worse? 

Raising the Minimum wage fuels  automation, it does more harm to the unskilled than good in the long run.  We need look at the messages  we are sending the young, at present, it looks like every good behavior is rewarded with a punishment of some kind. Savers are rewarded with no interest on their savings, and those who have acquired few or no skills rewarded with housing and financial aid.  No doubt, it’s a very popular thing to do with a certain sector of voters, but does it make matters better or worse?

Kshama  Sawant is here to sell what has failed a thousand times before, but her plan WILL drive innovation.  It’s a reason you should encourage the youth you know to  acquire the skills required to fill the need she and other Socialists will help create…. smarter machines that can easily replace the mindless work paid at a price that will drive new innovation.

It may be only 15 years or less, a Trucker will back his trailer into a slot. He will insert his key card, his trailer will be scanned,  any human intervention required might be done remotely via a camera and joystick, it might be done back in Mumbai?

Some never realize they're fucking themselves till it starts to hurt.

Some never realize they’re fucking themselves till it starts to hurt.










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9 Responses to Kshama Sawant, the Maiden of Innovation?

  1. Ed Herwick says:

    It would be so enriching if we had even a marginal knowledge of Ralph Borsodi’s works. It seems self interest always trumps thorough research.

    • George B. says:


      The work you mention,… it will strike a chord here, this haunt is mostly visited by self reliant people. It is interesting how empty the woods feel today. There are many people who think all humans should live only in the cities where their refuse can be well managed. There’s no discussion to be had, they are cocksure they’re right. It’s the mark they carry. As for the rest of us, we go through life questioning everything we do. Feel free to link us to Mr. Borsodi’s most important work if you like, and thank you for adding such an important note to the conversation.

  2. Bill Knighton says:

    I’ve seen her type as recently as today posting a meme about the inequality in wealth that included a picture of African women hauling huge bundles of kindling waking on a road. The misconception was that they worked hard as anyone but didn’t make a fair wage.
    Never thought of making a cart, either.

    • George B. says:

      It’s always the same. The vision of Utopia is stuck in their minds, the realities of the world unacceptable to them.. they are fools, and the only thing we can really do about them is put our own houses in order. Efforts to build our self reliance will take some of the sting away.

  3. Bill Tubesing says:

    Sitting here in Saudi Arabia as I look out over the land I see multitudes of Indian, Pakistani, and Bangladeshi workers hired at pennies on the dollars/riyal if you will. Kshama Sawant needs to come over to the KSA there is much work to do here for the likes of her. She did not stay to repair the wrongs of her culture, though I doubt if she would be allowed to. Nope,!!! This ole redneck here knows she came to a place where the new wealthy have deep pockets and even deeper guilt. To work for a treasure is to appreciate that treasure. Which reminds me when I get back to Oregon the wife says the wood pile could use some filling for next year. I would like to extend the invitation or suggestion to Ms. Kshama Sawant, go east and start spinning your own cloth.

    • George B. says:

      Bill, I enjoy the comments of those who know the different ways people live. As I sit here in my humble study with a fresh brewed coffee, I reflect on being in the jungle on Davo. I remember meeting a man collecting coconuts, he saw me from high in a tree, and he came down with all the agility of a monkey. It put a huge smile on my face; which might have touched off the spontaneity of the moment? We greeted like long lost Brothers, he offered me a coconut, and my eyes light up like he had offered me all the riches of Davo. He grabbed a Machete, and within seconds had crafted a spoon of bamboo and presented me a coconut ready to drink from. But then, as I was attempting to organize my words of appreciation in the local language, he spoke in English! Not just English, it was pretty darned good English! You need note the day, it was long ago, but he tutored me in the art of coconut gathering, and the value of some of the nearby plants. I ‘knew’ him to be much happier than Kings I’ve met. Just as we were parting, I remembered the Salem Menthols tucked away in the tops of my socks. To carry them a tradition taught to me by the older men. As I fished them from a sock and gifted the whole pack, his eyes light up like it was Christmas day. It’s likely why I remember the encounter so clearly.

      His wealth was his garden in the jungle, and his acquired skills allowed him to harvest all he needed. There is no doubt in my mind, that he has likely lived a life as comfortable and rewarding as mine. But just now, I remember a conversation with a man from Luzon, he lived the jungle life, and did have a tin roof overhead. When it rained hard, he didn’t get wet. We attended some schools together later in life, he struggled a bit because of his poor English, but in his mid thirties, he had become a millionaire through real-estate and the luck you can experience. I asked him what was better, the freedom of the simple life with plenty enough to eat, or wealth and all the troubles and difficulties that comes along with it? It was over a beer, and I remember him setting down the glass. It was a difficult question, and he finally answered. “I think they weigh about the same, they’re just on opposite ends of the same stick.”

      And what is my point? I’d venture to say that the skills and attitudes of boys raised in the jungles have more marketable skills and better attitudes than many who come from warehoused intercity families. What to do about the problems here that were purposely ‘planted’ like a crop. But let me share one more experience that might drive a point home? Another boy I met through a local family that had befriended me on the Island of Luzon. He was a local electrician, and through need, they hand cut electrical laminations, and built many of their own transformers. Through the acts of hand’s on, he had committed to memory many things I needed to look up. I remember the two of us down in the dirt sketching out schematics, and a few corrections to mine he made.

      As the jungles in far off places were rearing self reliance. As jungle boys were learning skills, what was America doing in the inner cities? My answer? Breeding a dependent class for the sole purpose of political power. And all of you have every right to disagree. You came scream it all the while these jungle boys are claiming the higher paying jobs in the inner city. It’s because they had no false hopes, no Sawants to miss guide them, to tell them of the treasures others have, and how it should be theirs.

      History will know Sawant as just another devil, one who tempts the unwitting to take the easy road straight to hell.

  4. Dave says:

    Did you ever stop to think that what comes easy to you, might be more difficult for others? You’re over-simplifying a majority of the population.

    • George B. says:

      Dave, I think I have thought way past that. Years ago, I had a physicist friend, a much older man who had made his mark. The U.S. Navy was using missile launching systems with his name attached. The only thing we shared at the time was a love of beer making and the operation of my Still. I do remember the boyish look he had as the heat came up, and the home made brandy ran. I remember a trip we made, “a mug of his best home made beer in hand. We went down to smell the mash and watch the hogs eat it. They stumbled around and made joyful noises I’d never heard before. But those pigs had just as good of chance of knowing the things a physicist figures on the chalk board as I did. What came easy to my physicist friend? I just know it was well beyond what me and the pigs could grasp. Of course… none of us had put forth his efforts to achieve such a title.

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