@mattbrowne That’s a wonderful link. I’ve become convinced that there is a divide between those who see the world as a zero-sum equation, and those who see it as an infinite-sum equation. Zero sum types say there is a known quantity of pie and there is no more. I want a very big slice, so you need to settle for way less. Infinite sum types say you can just keep making more pie. Eat a whole pie if it doesn’t make you sick doing it. We’ll bake up some more.
To see how this works in real life, I can relate a true story from my youth. I had just gotten married and needed a summer job while trying to work my way through college. My new father in law was a long-time sheet-metal worker at a local company that made portable and truck-mounted air conditioners that are used at airports to cool planes while their engines are not running. He got me a job with the company working as a carpenter—something I had previously done for my dad’s construction company.
I worked there just three days and built a tool shed and a dog house for the owner’s guard dogs when the plant manager came out to where I was working, and asked to talk to me. He said he had noticed on my employment applicatin that I had studied drafting, and worked for the City’s surveys department drawing plot plans and new road projects. He asked me if I would be willing to switch jobs and work as a draftsman for the same pay I was getting as a carpenter. Of course, I said yes, but I wondered why he wanted me. I knew the company had a fully staffed engineering department with perhaps a dozen draftsmen, several engineers, a checker and a chef engineer (the owner’s son),
Buford explained that the engineering department was completely disconnected from reality when it came to how you actually make things. He said the bosses son would not listen to anyone, and was turning out drawings calling for dimensional tolerances that were utterly absurd and nonfactual as well as unnecessary.
He took me on a tour of the plant and showed me a glaring example. There was a big weldment made of 8 inch channel and I beams. It was the base for a portable air conditioner the size of a small house trailer. It’s two long sides were 8” channels and they had a long oblong hole cut in their middle so a forklift could poke its arms into the base, lift the air conditioner, and drop it where needed on an airport tarmac. The holes had to be flame cut with a blowtorch which was controlled by a pantograph following a hand-made oblong shape. The print called for the slot to be 48 inches long by 5 inches high and the tolerances were +/- 1/64th of an inch. Now I don’t know if you are familiar with flame cutting, but an acetylene torch isn’t going to produce a tolerance anywhere close to that. And there was utterly no reason to ask for the slot to be so closely controlled, since the forklift driver just gets off and kicks the arms to about the right spread to lift a palette or crate or air conditioner. He adjusts the arms to fit each load as he gets ready to lift it.
It would have required lots of time on a giant CNC milling machine to create the slot specified on the print. That would be a million dollar machine we didn’t have, and had no need of. And it would take far longer to program the milling machine and cut the slot than the cheap automated acetylene cutting machine took.
Buford wanted somebody like a wood worker, who understood how you make things and when tolerances actually matter, and when it’s fine to just land in the right ballpark. Well, that’s the background. Now the gist of the story.
I’d only worked as a draftsman for a couple of weeks in a drafting office out in the shop, separate of the engineering office which was up in the front of the building. One of the young draftsman came to my office and angrily confronted me. He said he had heard how much I was getting paid, and that it wasn’t fair. He warned me he was going to insist that they drop my pay to what he was making.
I was dumbstruck. “Why not instead ask that you get paid as much as me?” I asked him. But he was adamant. He wanted everyone lowered to his level. That was the only “fair” solution he could see.
Somehow Teahadists have been brilliantly brainwashed by right-0wing media and think-tank talking points to “think” that fair is that corporate CEOs have gone from making 51 times minimum wage in 1965 to making an average of 821 times minimum wage today. In that same time, the CEO’s top tax rate was cut from 70% on income over $200,000 in 1965 to 35% today. So CEOs today are getting 1600% more than they did in 1965 and paying half as much in taxes on it, and that’s OK to the Teahadist. He can only concern himself with the unfairness that a teacher, with a college degree, gets an average starting salary of $30,000 (much less than college grads in the private sector) but gets and “unfair” amount of healthcare and retirement benefits as part of her total wage package. It’s hard to figure out how to debate with somebody whose sense of logic is so addled by propaganda pushed by the corporatists.