Friday, May 27, 2016

I owe my soul to the company store...by I'm Spartacus


So goes the old song, the Paul Robeson version being the finest and most moving.

So vehicle manufacturers are teaming up with PH and Taxi apps.
all talking about driverless cars so let's deal with that first then last.

Will there be a robot to load wheelchairs, luggage or deal with those who's language skills aren't great or not exactly sure of their destination?


We can imagine what will happen to those who have had one or twenty too many Cream Sodas and who might leave a parting gift for the next punter.


Back to the present, let's see all this for what it is, nothing more than a set of finance deals to tie in drivers to a app and a manufacturer over the longest possible time, they might as well install handcuffs to fit the steering wheel and a Benzedrine drip!

Some are already offering 'Payday' loan style arrangements so the suckers who work for those outfits are effectively driving today for yesterday's money, so we have now got financial manacles on the pedals as well.

This isn't the future it's slavery and that's nothing new.


Back to driverless cars, why bother at all? 

Those beloved tax avoiding multinationals can get mugs to drive for less than the minimum wage subsidised by another set of mugs called the taxpayer who fund the tax credit and housing benefit system.

I could write to my MP but their very busy filling in expense claims for 40p, I could call Uber and complain but the landline isn't there. I could email Leon Daniels but he's busy corresponding with Jo.


AlI I do know is ' St Peter don't you call me cos' I can't go, I owe my soul to the company store'.

I'm Spartacus.

P.S 'The EU protects worker rights' .... really????

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I took a middle eastern man to Porchester Square last week. He actually wanted Manchester Square, but his accent was quite strong and I misunderstood, but he never really knew where he was going anyway as he had just arrived and was not familiar with London . We both laughed eventually and came to a fair financial arrangement that suited us both. When we parted he shook my hand and thanked me for my patience and that I never tried to rip him off. I apologised and thanked him for his understanding.

He never knew the postcode, I doubt he would have been able to type the address into a keypad and he entrusted me to help him find his way to his temporary home by describing the surroundings and its general location.

A sat-nav would have been no use to him nor me.

Could somebody please explain to me how he would get home in a driverless cab?

Mind you, a driverless cab may have had more chance than a Uber driver. And therein lies the difference between us and them.

I know that. You know that. The money men don't give a monkeys.