{"id":3498,"date":"2013-02-12T07:11:18","date_gmt":"2013-02-12T15:11:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.spindizzy.org\/nwp\/?page_id=3498"},"modified":"2013-02-12T07:11:18","modified_gmt":"2013-02-12T15:11:18","slug":"the-economists-lament","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/www.spindizzy.org\/nwp\/the-economists-lament\/","title":{"rendered":"The Economist&#8217;s Lament"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>When on this disc I first landed,<br \/>\nI thought it most underhanded:<br \/>\nFor lo! no schedules here to see&#8211;<br \/>\nThis land had turned post-scarcity.<\/p>\n<p>Through forests deep and brambles wild,<br \/>\nI hustled, frightened like a child.<br \/>\nNo products to be in demand&#8211;<br \/>\nA foul and crushing reprimand.<\/p>\n<p>Said I, &#8220;I&#8217;ve lost my only job!&#8221;<br \/>\nAnd, like a fool, began to sob;<br \/>\nOh, lonely economist, I!<br \/>\nI could not trace curves of supply.<\/p>\n<p>What purpose could I hope to find<br \/>\nIn bleak, passionless, daily grinds<br \/>\nWhose labors all must prove for naught,<br \/>\nWith money now but all forgot?<\/p>\n<p>Then, to my mind, a thought descends&#8211;<br \/>\nWe met like long and loyal friends;<br \/>\nA mad passion seized on my brain,<br \/>\nCame roaring through like some great train.<\/p>\n<p>And through the tunnel came the light,<br \/>\nMy eyes soon dancing with delight&#8211;<br \/>\n&#8220;Aha!&#8221; I cried, and mourning quit,<br \/>\nA man now seized in trembling fit.<\/p>\n<p>Now, bathed in numbers, here sit I,<br \/>\nWatching with an all-seeing eye<br \/>\nAs workers toil on planets far,<br \/>\nThrough mud and mire, through muck and tar.<\/p>\n<p>And I bear a fond relation<br \/>\nTo these strange and foreign nations<br \/>\nWhose curves I trace for days on end,<br \/>\nWhose demand schedules are my friends.<\/p>\n<p>And here sit I, upon this disc,<br \/>\nFree from troubles, and free from risk.<br \/>\n(Indeed, most everything is free&#8211;<br \/>\nThank goodness for post-scarcity!)<\/p>\n<p>&#8211; Xor<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When on this disc I first landed, I thought it most underhanded: For lo! no schedules here to see&#8211; This land had turned post-scarcity. Through forests deep and brambles wild, I hustled, frightened like a child. No products to be in demand&#8211; A foul and crushing reprimand. Said I, &#8220;I&#8217;ve lost my only job!&#8221; And, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":8,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-3498","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.spindizzy.org\/nwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3498","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.spindizzy.org\/nwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.spindizzy.org\/nwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.spindizzy.org\/nwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/8"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.spindizzy.org\/nwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3498"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.spindizzy.org\/nwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3498\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3501,"href":"http:\/\/www.spindizzy.org\/nwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3498\/revisions\/3501"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.spindizzy.org\/nwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3498"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}