by Patch O'Furr
The planet is in trouble and every species has a complaint these days, so let a dog bark about politics. If I had a crystal ball to see into the coming Trump years, I bet there would be nothing but murk with occasional mushroom clouds. The power-hungry pumpkinhead will bring isolationism, extreme nativism, and turmoil for international relations. He gives lip service about bringing back jobs, but with no plan beyond drunkenly slashing and burning everything: Regulations, facts, the social contract. Don’t be surprised if work involving foreign trade vaporizes with no replacement, leaving only burger-flipping and a Limbo game for wages. (Burgers will be a nice memory while gnawing rats in the rubble.)
But if the Doomsday Clock stays at a minute to midnight, even a stopped clock is right twice a day. Maybe business will have a bounce. Not in the old economy way before they had robots do the work, but if they aren’t hiring, what’s better than making your own career?
Look at what’s up on the indie level. And this caught my eye: “Can This Startup Reinvent How Doggie Portraits Are Sold?“