The abundance of man-made cordaroy smoothness at the local ski hill has probably been the direct result of boredom, on the part of the cat drivers, due to our La Nina drought. They are mowing and cat winching stuff that I never thought possible. This transfiguration might seem minor, in light of the worlds troubles, but I think it's a metaphor for owners making decisions for workers, shareholders and consumers without, or in spite of, feed-back to the contrary. I think "Let my people ski crap snow", to paraphrase Yvon Choiunard.
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